Jun 2018
Think love
Its silky smooth
It flows easily
From me to you
But her love
Feels like dust
She walked away
And left it to rust
She dug a whole
Of chalk and dirt
She built a grave
And filled it with hurt
This love like dirt
So easily swayed
It turned to dust
And blew away
Its silky smooth
It flows easily
From me to you
But her love
Feels like dust
She walked away
And left it to rust
She dug a whole
Of chalk and dirt
She built a grave
And filled it with hurt
This love like dirt
So easily swayed
It turned to dust
And blew away
This poem is kind of hard to interpret. I was trying to imply that her love was so bad it felt like dirt. And then that love died, hence the grave she built herself.
