The tectonic plates
And Pangea is no more.
Silently drifting apart.
And the Earth will weep at its core.
Let your heart control your hand
And grab the liquid clock.
It slips between your fingers, dripping.
And you’d give your soul to make it stop.
I love you
So I’ll let you go,
And because of this I die.
Pulled apart in so many directions
And the last words choked out
Is a whispered good-bye.
Your perfect green eyes
Tell me exactly what I need to know.
That we have shattered the boundaries
And the consequences unfold.
It’s because of us,
The world isn’t the same anymore,
So we end at the start.
Our love, causing tectonic plates to shift.
Our Pangea, silently drifting apart.
I weep at my core.
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