La Agua Desamor

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.



  • Lorna

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

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