You, her, and I
We are foolish and naive
Wading in the waters of
Lovers and darlings
Your toes touching the grainy sand
But she's only up to her knees
She can walk out and dry off
But from here I see you drowning
Another that is our dear friend
Barely escaped alive
Hair sopping wet stuck to her chin
Moist from the ocean? Or her eyes?
Our past loves are dry by now
Looking out at us
We know now to guard ourselves
Lock up our hearts and trust
But our efforts are futile
Such in vain
Part of our nature
We play the game
Only to have our fragile hearts slain
Drowning in the deep
Again and again
YOU ARE READING
Drowning
Poetrylove is like the ocean. the deeper you go in, the harder it is to dry off and move on Dangers of Love vol. 2
