I thought your soul
Was my undiscovered yet
Atlantic ocean
Where I would drown
(Love overload)
Like a ship
But in this 10 degrees tsunami
Of emotions
Named after you, I ran aground
Because the ocean
Is where it is deep
Your waters are made
From a different compound
For different those
Who will find it enough
Profound
To lift the darn anchor and sail
And don't give a fcuk
That a woman on the ship
Is still a bad luck
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