Like a rock, thrown into a pond, we sink.
Our love is like a desert,
That we stumble through, looking for an oasis, but instead find a mirage.
Our love is now at the bottom of our list of priorities. How can we possibly put it back to the top?
We fight, we claw, we grasp for the last strands of attraction between us, hoping it will save us, but it won't.
Soon we are finally submerged in the waters of reality. Knowing we are not meant to be but refusing to accept it.
The more we fight, the more we flail, the faster we lose air.
We're sinking slowly but fast. Our own pride blinds us from the truth. The truth that we are falling. Falling to the bottom.
Our love, that was once an unmoving boulder, has been reduced to a rough pebble that can be found on the sides of the road.
Once it's thrown in the water, it can't be recovered. Its sinking, sinking, sinking...
And it won't resurface.
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Love Poems 💔
PoetryA collection of long and short poems for those that want sad and romantic poems to read. 'You held my hand, as my eyes leaked, whispered my name and kissed my cheeks' -Love Poems A\N :This is my first time writing poems so plz don't judge too harshl...
