why does it always reach this point
this point of no
return
where love wears out
after having rubbed
the wrong stone for
too long
why can't we find solid ground to stand on
before we reach the
edge of a cliff
before we fall off
with nothing not even each other
to cling to
since when one falls so does the other
even if we end up
landing in different places
why does life always
take us to the brink
where in a blink we must choose
to hold back or pull off
and we go over when
we want to hold on
our feet never able to stick to Stone
and stay there
slipping and sliding
with the rain of gravel
the small things, the
mistaken moments
always the end of what we assumed
at the start would
last forever
what's left to hold on to if we lack each other
what's left to cling
to
if one goes over and not both
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