You somehow
Pushed me
Off a cliff
Knees buckling,
Feet pushing against the friction,
And arms failing to find something to grasp on to quick.
But before I knew,
I was already falling down.
How could I have not known?
And I scream at the top of my lungs so you could hear
"Why did you let go"
But all you did was watch
c.r.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholy ~ poems by Possessive Princess
Poetrymel.an.chol.y ˈmelənˌkälē/ noun a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
