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Poetry

Sitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.

Falling

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by currreeen

by currreeen

From the old book too.

I'm falling.

Crashed my way through the ocean of infatuation, false hopes and fake love.

I couldn't escape.

I then let myself get through the world of but's and what if's.

I couldn't stop.

I then found myself through a hurricane of phobias and fears.

How could I keep up with this?

I then passed through a vast space of selfishness and egotisms.

I don't know how to stop this.

I just kept falling

And falling

And falling.

I closed my orbs and prayed

Hoping this hallucination will now fade

Then I carefully opened my eyes

I then felt your body next to mine

The touch of your hand and the sound of your heartbeat,

Made me realize that the fall was all worth it.