CarbondioxideA Poem by Christina Reed
I am looking at the bubbles in my carbonated drink, they rise to the top and they dissappear.
Nothing lasts forever, but I hope it is this way for a while. The feelings of my heart are not a metaphor for the bubbles in my drink, they stay, they linger, they keep bubbling to the surface. The carbondioxide in my drink only stays for a moment, but I hope these bubbles don't dissappear to the surface. © 2012 Christina Reed
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Added on December 4, 2012 Last Updated on December 4, 2012 Author
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