Budding Blossom

Love isn't real

Love is like a blossom that cannot bloom
Only will it open with time consumed
Vowing our love as we bask
Endlessly we lose ourselves and forget our tasks.
In the light we fall into each other
Sighing and laughing and blissfully going on
Never giving second thoughts, trusting that it wont end.
Time had other ideas.
Reality sets in and things around us begin to change
Everyone around us says we can't make it, and we begin to believe them
And then one day, it all just stops.
Letting everyone make us lose our faith was our first mistake

With time, the feelings we had are completely gone.
And the cord that we thought would tie us together forever..
Breaks.

Love is like a blossom that cannot bloom,
For with true love comes certain doom.