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...
