Has what used to be a vast ocean become a mere puddle?
A raindrop of what our love used to be?
I open my mouth to say three words;
Words repetitive on my tongue,
Constantly flowing like a gentle stream-
But then my stream flows to a dam
And I can't say a damn thing.
Is wanting to love you forever so wrong
That you have to glare at me everytime
I whisper it?
What happened to "forever"?
When you promised to make me happy..
When I was your blessing?
Would it be so wrong to snuggle in your arms
And remember when this hold ensured my safety-
When I could smile and stay in that moment forever.
My love,
Can't you see fish can't swim in puddles?