A broken heart sinking beneath the surface.


It is rotten luck to have known of love;
Where once we were eternally happy, sad but a second in youth.
This love thing they speak of takes a hold of us
And we are forever at its beck and call;
The sorrow of learning the truth.


Once we ran all day and played in the sun;
Swam in seas alongside beaches, smiling and getting a tan.
Where once we ran after a ball, when we were still young;
Our childhood dissolved
And we were forced to become a woman or a man.


Before our hearts were captured and sure enough, broken;
We were free of lust and love and worries about a rapport.
We were solely focused on our own amusement; such joy!  Since stolen,
By love and its minions, its poetic verses and it lack of forborne.


Through shallow waters we search, forever lost in the mud;
Our hands dart beneath the surface, blinded by beauty.
We ***** at a lover we should never aspire to love;
We only find through trial and error, our true equality.


And even when we have found love, truly, madly, deeply;
We are forever doubtful, not intentionally forgetful;
Love becomes our ruination.
We are crazy in love; we seep into each other’s lives so skillfully,
That we are unaware that this disease we drink is called a love potion.


Lover’s morph into something else,
If there is falsehood beneath the waves.
They are eaten from inside and become bitter and twisted.
Such joy in the beginning;
Our fondness soon becomes our grave.
This love thing, disguised as beauty;
Just leaves us,
To become listless.


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