With ice cold lips
Yours press against mine, forming a kiss
But it's dry and meaningless
Cold, without feeling
Mindless, without meaning
Like a routine completing itself
Our romance is just another dusty thing on the shelf
We used to be so enthusiastic
Each new moment felt like magic
But it's gone stale
It feels boring and pale
It's not the same anymore
We've drifted apart
We floated apart when life's sea was in motion
It's churning problems like the ocean
And we're not the same anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Inspirations maybe?
PoetryThis may just be an inspiration for another writer to write about. To create a story that never happened to them built by what others have told them. But these are truths for too many of us.
