Love is like a sinkhole-
the deeper and deeper you fall,
the harder it gets to breathe.
The longer and longer you go,
the more and more it hurts.
Then-
you hit the bottom,
and it hurts,
and you’re gone.
YOU ARE READING
The World In My Words
PoesíaThese are my stories, they are my words and my thoughts and my feelings. It takes time to turn tragedy into art. This is my corrupted world in words. This is a message from the breathless. Can you read between the lines?
