I grew tired of the fantasy
Don't feel pleasant no more , you see
How long shall perseverance persevere
How short will our apparent love fall
Isn't that what falling in love means
An unseen undefeated force compels your senses
You lose coordination and gravity wins
You feel a sensation and losing ain't so bad
Scabs quickly form and you forget it ever hurt
Till you notice the scar it left behind
It became so vivid...
How unreal the fantasy was
Fantasising was a trap
But our reality is a cage
A/N : I was hesitant to publish this because I felt it was too personal but I was inspired after watching Sarah Kay's spoken word poetry on Youtube . She is amazing ♡
That'll be all :)
Please be patient with me I'm experiencing a pretty dry spell
A_d
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Rookie poetry
PoesíaWhen thoughts meet pen and paper And words can describe emotion... ^ Just a rookie sharing her poetry . This is a young collection of my poems , random and all . ^ #474 in Poetry 😄😄😄😄
