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Our own Titanic

You might be dying,
I might want to go with you.
But like you said,
Why can't we be like in titanic?
Maybe we are,
Maybe you're my Jack.
But I am not your Rose,
For as much as I wish I was yours.

Or maybe you were the Titanic
Appearing invincible to the gods
And I, Rose, was consumed by your power;
Fell lost in desire.

And she; we can't forget
Who broke everything apart.
The iceberg who was stronger than god;
That killed all that we had.

I fought so hard to hold on to you,
Holding on to you with my life;
Maybe you are jack,
You're hopes and dreams were the Titanic
But she, the iceberg who killed them.

But you're in the depths of the ocean,
With the broken promises
and the lost love.

Can I meet you there?
Where the sirens sing
Where the mermaids dance
After I tell our history?