Okay, so, I thought I'd write something different this time and I hope you like it. :)
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The little girl's fingers kept firmly shut on the window sell
As they repeated: "Don't let go, don't you ever let go"
And she wouldn't let go
She was trying, very trying.
She kept her fingers firmly shut on the window sell
As they still repeated: "Don't let go, don't you dare let go"
And she wouldn't let go
She was trying, very trying.
But her fingers were too small to hold on any longer
So... she let go.
She crashed
She dropped
She died.
YOU ARE READING
Breathing in, breathing out
PoetryI could never find proper words To tell you how much I miss you And all the little things you had; First, the way you saw this world Through your sad ocean eyes. PS! In this collection, I touch on many serious topics like suicide, death, grief, trau...
