I'm desperately holding on to the strings
While you (just) barely seem to touch it,
My hold must be too extreme
That I might accidentally, just pull it
Away from your hands
And away from my heart
You'll be gone, even before I see you depart
I try to ask whose fault was it,
And it's no one's but ours
Ours and time's
We forgot how to put in the effort
While time slowly tore us apart
We just stood there waiting and watching
Who will be the first to start
Start the talks that we left on seen
Start the walks that we left in between
Start all the things that we planned to do when we were teens
No one intervened,
And we slowly, but surely broke apart all the seams.
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Lost and Found |poetry|
PoezjaSometimes when you have spent a year or two sitting by yourself, and you still haven't gotten used to your own company... You start to desire a whole lot of things in your head, but the isolation has trapped you because you feel comforted by it, whi...
