I'm falling, falling apart,
like torn pages,
each sensation like ragged edges of the ancient paper
yet, I feel each moment relived with each ripped out heart-felt desire
I'm falling, falling hard,
yet my fingernails cling to the last bits of my heart,
like holding on to my cliff, my barrier
yet my barrier is crumbling, bit by bit
I'm falling, falling for you
can't deny it
Radiance of hope and fear
mixed into one
I'm falling, falling for you
inspired by the selection series
#justatasteofpoeticness
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Are Loving: Present Progressive
PoetryWith her fingertips, she traced the smooth, darkened skin under his eyes. "Eyebags," she noted. "I've been thinking," he murmured, "of you. The shadow of my thoughts is the ink which stains them." She paused and gazed right into those distant...
