A tidal falls
upon the waves crashing against the shores
leaning and leaning against the iceberg
something so pretty,that can be so dangerous
some can avoid getting hurt by it if they pay attention.
Others pay no attention at all and get hurt,injured,and others dies.
A price to pay for not listening,
for not steering clear of the storm.
The storm fog rolls in,
The mist,covers.
The ocean,calm.
The scent cold.
Steer clear of the storm,
before you get in trouble.
You should've listened you should've cared.
Why didn't you listen before the storm came?
There were warnings in your way.
Even surprises give warnings.
They cry.
They may be quieter, but they got it out there.
When you crashed,
I warned you with my looks.
Yet you never thought,
what they can do.
When you didn't listen,
you crashed into the iceburg.
You took me down with you,
at least a part of me did.
Whether small or big,
A splash was made in the huge deep puddle.
Over time I could heal little by little.
The scar you left can also stay there.
Forever.
You never knew,
Even when I told you.
You never knew,
You didn't listen.
Even if you did.
You never thought it all the way through.
If you did, you would've known,
That the iceburg was out there.