Feel as if something it's inching closer to me.
Holding my arm and reassuring that it's there.
Remembering, remembering, feel the pain again.
Suffering, suffering, loving to be with my friends.
1, 2, 3.
4, 5, 6.
I dont make the lines anymore, I make them in my mind to cope
An erhu plays on a stage and the audience goes silent.
It's sweet and sad melody rubs up your spine.
The bow shakes and makes the note higher and higher.
It's going to happen, I feel it rushing up to my heels.
As if it were an upbringing since birth, I feel it edging closer. Holding my arm and reminding me that it's still there.
Please oh please dont talk to me, make my voice inaudible.
Forget that I am important.
Don't make me effect you.
That same erhu has so many emotions, please make me a river. Bending on jagged rocks, gliding smoothly between grass.
A feeling holding me close,
Whispering in my ear excitedly
"Something oh-so tragic is going to happen soon. And they will find out, before they even know you're gone."
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The Weak and Careful
PoetryMany different poems that came to mind all in one "book". Some of these are based off of true experiences, others are just mind-dumps. First volume of my poem series, I'd suggest reading my next one, 'The Broken and Burned'
