This is a cynical view of love as if the countries of the world were in love. This is my first attempt at poetry so all critique is very welcome.
We once were like one,
We shared everything.
Together,forever,
Our love was stuck but now it's undone.
Heat spilled up between us,
And now we are split.
Space pushed between us.
No more are we held together by stitch.
Some of us lost forever,
Because we decided to move on.
Differences came between us,
So we floated on and on.
Our different flags,
They represent our chosen lives and paths.
One name, one identity,
We were never closer than that.
Love caused the world eruption,
It caused the hurricane,
Never closer will we be,
Then when Pangaea was our name.
