I once talked to him
About sand slipping through his fingers
That when you clench the sand too hard
It slips through and cannot be held
He once did this with me
And I slid through his fingers
Because he tries too hard to fight me
When he should've held me lightly
Now I'm having the same concept
Floating in the waves of my mind
Except now the the problem isn't him
The fingers he's slipping through is mine
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The Best of Me
PoetryThese are some poems that I have written/am writing. Please give me feedback (because I oh so love feedback) and feel free to message me whenever! I'm here if you need me!
