It's cold,so cold-it's getting deep

I'm salty,and wet-as I sit here and weep.

You crush the lights-you make it dim

Sometimes,you stay-to take a swim.

In this Pond of tears-that cannot bless

Boy,your footprints-can leave a mess.

As you splash your way-through my puddle of tears

And drown my heart-as flooding nears.

Dry yourself off-Boy,you look good

As you walk away-like you always would.

Hook,line,sinker-you reeled me in

You gave me bait-then tore my fin.

You leave me damaged-unable to swim

You left the gravel-but stole the gem.

I'll take the first boat-that sails my way

To escape this Pond-for Land,I pray.