The more I think, I know love is like being in water.
One minute you sink, and the next, you’re just like fodder,
slowly floating away after having been so enclosed.
But the more you start to fade, the more you start to grow.
And the more you start to grow, the more you start to know,
and the more you start to know, the more you start to row
back from where you drifted, into each other’s arms.
And you realize just how gifted you are to have love in your hearts.
Yes, just like water, so refreshing then so bland,
you never seem to ever miss it ’till it’s no longer in your hand.
I wrote this in the car the other day while I was on my way home from Florida. I don’t know if it’s actually good, but I like it. So I’m posting it. I haven’t written any poetry in awhile, so this was very refreshing to do. Also, with school having started yesterday and already being a little hectic, it was something easy to get out. Hopefully, you enjoyed, and I thank you for reading regardless.