Unsaid mutual love is a slow death
Like slow dancing on a shaky bridge,
The dance was almost finished,
You were almost at the end of the bridge
But since you two were afraid to know what's at the end
You jumped at the edge of the bridge instead
Falling into an abyss of what if's and what could have been's
And that is your slow death.
Who could blame you though?
Because what if the end was just a short stop,
And there's another bridge?
Slow dancing in a bridge is hard, I know
So, I guess, that's the only way right?
To jump off?
But did you know?
Love is a choice
It's your choice to jump off
Or to continue this slow dance
Those who continues the slow dance,
Ends up with blistered feet,
Who would want that, right?
But the thing is,
After the slow dance their smiles were like no other,
Their souls were shining brighter than no other stars
And those who jumps off the bridge
Sometimes fall on a stalactite
Made of other people's blood that gushed out their feet,
During the slow dance.
— a.a
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