I long for the times
When we were kept afloat
By rushing jokes and waves of laughter,
But fractures appeared in strained conversations
And our unspoken words.
Now we cling to the wreckage of our once beautiful friendship
Desperately trying to stay adrift,
But I fear the water flooded my lungs years ago.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
I long for the times
When we were kept afloat
By rushing jokes and waves of laughter,
But fractures appeared in strained conversations
And our unspoken words.
Now we cling to the wreckage of our once beautiful friendship
Desperately trying to stay adrift,
But I fear the water flooded my lungs years ago.
