As easy as an old cloth
I rip apart.
It's been only seven days
And a break of heart.
How long till my rubber band stretch
And lose its shape?
How long and this vibrant paint of life
Starts to vanish?
Like that untended slipper on the beach,
Will I land on an island?
Or will I end up lost
In the flow of these waves?
©Soul2023
YOU ARE READING
Even If Its Not me
Poetry❛𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓯 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝓮, 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾.❜ The poetry narrates the point of view of a woman, who fell in love at first sight with a man she met. Constantly trying to suppress her emotions, feeling overwhelmed by the sit...
