The waters of your love are deep

  (Too bad that I can't swim);

The constructs of your mind are wide

  But thoughts are razor thin.

If passion were a measure,

  Then your heart would weigh a ton,

But when I gauge sincerity,

  You quickly come undone.

I'm feeling like an architect,

  I try to brace the walls

To keep it all from crumbling down

  Inside these empty halls.

A foundation built on empty lies

  And not on solid ground,

It won't be long until collapse,

  At least that's what I've found.

The waters of your love are deep,

  The currents ebb and flow,

But now I'm only sinking

  In their hidden undertow.

   

Undertow