‘paddling isn’t my thing however, skinny dipping…’

Love is foul
just spelled with different letters.
Not only your heart the feels it, your
whole world that shatters.
Crying on the journey home,
Alone now, She doesn’t belong
To you
Seems like you’ve let your only chance of love slip right through the gaps in your fingers.
only until somebody finds someone else can you start to recognise the pieces of your world and how you might fit them together again without the pieces
you used to hold in place.

Held in place by your held back laugh as you cover your beautiful smile and pearly whites.
By your attempts successes and failure at wonderfully planned events.
Your unrelenting Niagara falls of love for me.
I’d give anything to drown again.

Hurt but, kept me warm, and submerged.

hurts, however happy to know your air is shared and you don’t have to breathe in, to an empty chest.


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