Book Spine Poem

Dear boy,
Happiness can't and won't carry on since you've been gone.
We were liars lost at sea,
soppy,
love sick;
if this isn't nice, what is?
In real life the dark,
the light between oceans,
we,
decline and fall.

This is a poem that I wrote for a challenge issued by the BookTube-A-Thon! I ended up really liking it so I thought I'd share it here too.