How did we arrive here?
Two imposters sharing a bed,
One leading, the other led.
I used to savour those days together.
You remember? Those lazy,
wine-fuelled days.
Our love, under a microscope—
an organism, forever changing,
shifting, moving, never still.
We were not unique, though.
Like weathered rock, gradually ground down
over time, not noticing the change.
Oh, how we’ve changed. Now we dance
a nervous dance,
Our moves—once smooth—are
rigid and awkward. We bump and
**** against each other, not knowing where to stand.
We are strangers in a stranger land.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 2:15 AM UTC
How did we arrive here?
Two imposters sharing a bed,
One leading, the other led.
I used to savour those days together.
You remember? Those lazy,
wine-fuelled days.
Our love, under a microscope—
an organism, forever changing,
shifting, moving, never still.
We were not unique, though.
Like weathered rock, gradually ground down
over time, not noticing the change.
Oh, how we’ve changed. Now we dance
a nervous dance,
Our moves—once smooth—are
rigid and awkward. We bump and
**** against each other, not knowing where to stand.
We are strangers in a stranger land.
