Shallows

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I can see through you,
for you are so clear;
But do I call it a view?
Is being clear, pure?

You think, I would 
fall for your face?
I would rather fill my heart
with things, far from your surface.

Depth is what I crave.
Because, there is silence in there.
A pinch of mystery, I can brave,
for, unknown creatures lurk in the core.

So, do I tame your demons?
or do I let mine meet thine?
Either way, we were lost and used.
Now we are found and fused.

I would rather drown in your depth 
than swim safely in your shallows.


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