life (sigh)

We settle in but it’s time to go,
Taken to sea by the undertow.
Love the smell but I hate the taste.
Feeling good is such a waste.
Loved the book but I hate the end,
Gained a lover but I lost a friend.
Straight to worst, from the best.
Nothing fills that hole in my chest.

It can’t be comfortable when the whole thing’s about to fall.

1. authenticoriginal liked this
2. brutally-beautiful posted this