An imaginary mermaid's dream

I'm so lonely down here in the abyss of your dreams. You've been awake for so long that I fear you had forgotten about me. The one who would kiss you when no one else did, the one who would love you unconditionally.

 Close your eyes for a while and forget about reality. Flood your mind so I can swim to you, wasting my immortality. I live for you, but you don't even remember me, sometimes I wonder what am I doing here.

 Drowning, when you were drowning I was here to rescue you. I love you without a doubt yet I'm unsure you do. If you still have feelings like that please drown for me, so we are together now and for an eternity.

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