La Agua Desamor

this_girl

He was a pool and I was the swimmer

I loved the water even when it was cold.

I dove too deep and couldn’t catch my breath.

I was drowning in his love and there was nothing to save me.

 

I kicked my feet so hard fighting for air.

But then I stopped, realizing that I loved the water too much.

And if I stopped fighting, then the water would consume me -

And I would just be there -

taking up space.

 

And that's better than not being in the pool at all.

So I stopped fighting for air

And drowned in his love.

 

  • Author: this_girl (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 28th, 2018 00:11
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Lorna

    This worked well using the water as a metaphor for love!



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