Why does it feel like we’re drifting <br />Apart more and more each day? <br />The smiles we trade have started to fade, <br />And my heart needs you more each day. <br />So listen up! I’ll do whatever it takes <br />To keep together the bond we’ve made, <br />Which, somehow, is falling, and one mistake <br />Could shatter and fray all that we’ve made. <br /> <br />Like a church’s mosaic windows, <br />Our connection sparkles through the day <br />As I think of you, your heart so true, <br />And stand by you in your shadow. <br />One crack on the glass means nothing. <br />If it keeps growing larger as it does now, <br />Then we lost something as we were drifting <br />Apart somehow; I’d do anything to hold you now. <br /> <br />All these tragic events and arguments; <br />We’re continents of fire and sediments. <br />We’re drifting continents of despair diverging; <br />We’re crashing continents of conflict converging. <br />Would we transform into anything better <br />If we decided to just move past each other? <br />We’re plate tectonics in real life action; <br />The effects stronger than any chemical reaction. <br /> <br />What would happen if I drowned? <br />Well, my funeral would feature <br />Our favorite classical songs. <br />You were my favorite... <br />I meant to tell you all along. <br />Bury me in a shadow-black gown, <br />Black as the sadness that we drifted apart, <br />Black as the madness that’d tear me apart. <br /> <br />So if I drifted so far from you that I drowned, <br />Would you still stand by my burial ground <br />And mourn for me as I drown, six feet down <br />For the very last time in my shadow-black gown?<br /><br />Dyhanara Rios<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drifting-drowning-plate-tectonics/
