Not Like Them

A/N: written for poplit class. theme’s Grand Canal of Venice, Italy.

We won’t be one like the river

We won’t be connected, then start and end, and it won’t happen like every lovers do

We’re more like little boats floating in a continuous uncertainty

We won’t be like the city

Filled with buzzing lights, undying energy zaps even under the night sky

We’re more like a promise spoken behind tongues

We won’t be like the walls

We won’t be written, we won’t be known, we won’t be ardent

We wouldn’t be colorful because we’re more like a hidden painting only places secret lovers make love in

We won’t be like love

We won’t close this space to ourselves — it’d stretch like the river, it’d die like the city, it’d break like the walls

We won’t be like them

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