We are drifting apart like the paper boats on the stream,

Like those placid visions, we used to dream.

The ink of a pen, fading with wear...

Like the words of a promise, vanishing in thin air.

The scribbles are unwritten with just a rub of eraser

Those scribbles that held the ideas of the future...

You and I were like birds of a feather

But now the branch is empty with no flock together.

Made naive vows in our youth

If only those whispered nothings were the truth...

The sweet sweet memories,

Becoming a limited series.

Late-night dumb talks and those lazy walks,

Turning into bittersweet tears...

Because we are just like those paper boats,

On the stream... Drifting apart... Like a fevered dream.

- L

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I wrote this poem about a friendship that was slowly fading away and all I could do was watch as it happened... Hope you guys like it and if you relate, I am so sorry you had to go through that...