i don't know how deep i'll sink,
or how long i'll yearn,
i'd rather be consumed by your warmth,
until i slowly get burned,
the heaviness of your words,
made my stomach all anxious,
i knew anything i did amounts to nothing,
so i won't stand proud and be pretentious,
i knew i could never equal,
whatever has happened in your past,
my fate intertwined with yours is bound to end,
clock is ticking; all of this won't last,
she gave you what i couldn't,
a gentle reminder of who you were before,
i'm nothing but a person from the present,
and the future isn't what you expected anymore,
i can't hold onto your hand,
your hands aren't meant for me,
i'm only here to tug at your sleeves,
to remind you you're free.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
