I had never been frightened easily. I could stand at the edge of a 10 story building never questioning weather the floor would give out or the old windows finally giving way, I could swim out into the deepest parts of the ocean never pondering if I wouldn't be able to keep myself a float, I could look the grim reaper in the face and tell him he wasn't welcomed. I had never known true fear till I looked into her exhausted eyes. Those same eyes that would walk up to that very 10 story building I had once been at and wish for the brittle windows to crack or the tiles of the structure beneath her to gape open, those very eyes who would swim out to the depths of the water and never tread the waves that would crash, those same eyes who invited the grim reaper in with a smile displayed on her face which would be the only time she ever grinned truly. I was never easily frightened until I looked into the eyes of a girl who was to careless to know the word afraid.
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Poetry For The Amorphous
PoetryJust simple words to explain such larger aspects and variations of the feelings we need to relate too. I'm using this platform to represent hard times but beautiful times as well. I write when I have a overwhelming feeling that needs to be expressed...