The shine is diminishing.
Love has vanished into thin air.
The distance has made them lacklustre
and the fondness totally blustered.
Hunting ways to come closer,
Folly, they were never made for each other.
It was a mere infatuation.
They decided to take to another level,
but like a sandstorm in a desert
The affinity of sand kissed off.
Each disease has a distinct medicine,
Likewise, love needs coherence to bear in.
A connection of not hearts but souls,
Not words but roads.
Love is a disease because it's cure is minimal
and the dose of prevention is superficial.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
The shine is diminishing.
Love has vanished into thin air.
The distance has made them lacklustre
and the fondness totally blustered.
Hunting ways to come closer,
Folly, they were never made for each other.
It was a mere infatuation.
They decided to take to another level,
but like a sandstorm in a desert
The affinity of sand kissed off.
Each disease has a distinct medicine,
Likewise, love needs coherence to bear in.
A connection of not hearts but souls,
Not words but roads.
Love is a disease because it's cure is minimal
and the dose of prevention is superficial.