Intertwining

We are as two young souls, lost and intertwined,
Floating about and around so desperately,
Seeking for one another, with which to combine
Ourselves; we are damnable and indestructible.

Forged by two hands, and again stolen by yours,
This wretched design was all I had to give.
Until the warmth of the depths freezes over,
And the cold water in this blood-red vessel turns over,
For yours to hold in your flawless-flawed hands,
As mine are to broken ships,
And rusted anchors sifting through the sands,
They are yours.