The river springs to the east

How I wish
love is like catching the subway
There is always a next one when you miss this one
The in between time is perfect for adjusting the mood
without overthinking who is to be blamed
But we all know too well
lost love is like a river springs to the east
we can never quite stop the flow of sorrow
until it floods our sleepless nights



Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

6 thoughts on “The river springs to the east”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: