On the top of this cliff
On the edge of this cliff
My toes touch the edge
My dance gracing death
I'm playing with the devil
With confidence knowing
You're right beside my soul
I'm playing with my demons
Confronting what only
You and I can see now
Knowing you'll be there
To make sure they don't stab me
Don't give me false hope
Don't leave
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
