It's Like I'm Underwater

Come and dive under the waves with me.
Fill your lungs full on hope.
Live like one weightless.
In an endless sea of change.
In a garden made, arranged.
In these humble hands I've writ.
A story, but I regret.
That my room would not become a sea.
Those old dreams from my history.
Are water under my bridge.
An echo on what I did.
But I hold out on hopes.
They keep my humble heart a-float.
One day my words will strike home.
One day we will be more than a poem.

I left the room I had the dream in.
I forgot the real words.

I hope the one I lost will one day mean something to someone, because it has yet to cease meaning everything to me.