A Sad Poem

By TheShyAssassin

Sat, 29 Sep 2018

1 comments

Hate seeps from love like air from a tyre.

Imperceptibly.

For love and tyres,

What's left is useless.

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Permalink Submitted by HarryC on Sat, 2018-09-29 19:17

I like this. An interesting analogy. Those sudden blow-outs, too. And I've never found a puncture outfit that's worked for love.

New loves, though? New tyres? There can still be hope. So, maybe not a 'sad' poem, but a reflective one.