All is Not Well

This is a poem I wrote because I was sad about my boyfriend. We are now broken up. Ugh.

My love for you runs deep, and deep, and deep,

A well that fills up, and up, and up

And spills over.

 

You used to walk over

And pour one drop, two drops, somedays a whole bucketful into my well.

But lately.

 

You've been sitting far, far, far away.

And I take my bucket

And fill it with all the love I have for you

And carry it far, far, far to you.

And some of it spills along the way, but it's okay

Because my love for you runs deep, and deep, and deep

And spills over.

 

I finally reach you.

And sit with you.

And pour all that I have into you.

And then walk far, far, far back

Empty-handed.

 

To my well.

That runs deep, and deep, and deep

And spills over.

 

I make that journey over...and over...and over.

And I am becoming tired.

And my well is running dry.

The End

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