Drowning and falling,
Too young to care.
Screaming and taunting,
pain in the air.
Were spinning in circles, all dazed and confused,
with hearts so shattered and souls so bruised.
“Were are you!” I scream and I try to run,
but its too late… the web has already been spun.
Like a perfect match, it worked for a while;
but through all the laughter and all the smiles.
It could never work, it would drown out soon,
too much sun and not enough moon.
The two of us together, so perfectly insane.
our wonderland of colours is now just too plain.
Two lights become one, the fireworks blaze,
We were too much alike, just one perfect haze.
A poem about two people who were so colourful and perfect for eachother that together they drown out eachothers light and bring eachother down.