Swimming Against the Tide

Swimming against the tide was what we did best;

The dark pools of our eyes proving too deep

For the rest of the world.

What was it that we reflected?

Was it art, poetry, love?

Or was it the hatred, thick in our hearts,

That oozed from our skin?

I buried you deep underground;

Tried to forget.

Yet; you beat inside my heart.

One two three four,

One two three four.

I can still hear you now.