Falling out of love
…is like the fading end of your favorite song
and you hear the tunes resound in a far distance
the tip of your tongue clings unto the last words
and your hips trip downhill from a magical dance
the inevitable climax
the high-pitched solo
the dramatic peak
your mind falls into an illusion
and you ignore the approaching end
and again, you hear a voice
that speaks beautiful memories
I hope you had fun reading this.
I’ll be posting the second part in a bit. Follow my page for more exciting poems.