the tide pulls me out to sea, alone, in a big world. I hold onto thin strings begging for my life. so many sudden waves of feeling crash into me, pushing me beneath the tightening arms of the dangerous waters, chipping at my being little by little, silencing me from speaking what I believe. What I truly perceive from your doings. I should let go, I want to really, but I just cant get myself to do so. Why do I torcher my self to keep to things that only hurt me? Why do I try so hard to get something to stay when all it wants to do is to go?
I'm slowly losing and the pace is only quickening.
The thin strings keeping me a float are slipping from my finger tips, breaking into smaller pieces. And soon I will let go, I'll say goodbye, I know I will cry, but time heals all, and eventually, I won't cry for you at all.
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Dirty Petals
Poesíafree verse poetry, well mostly free verse. I don't usually go by any poetic devises at least not purposely. I just go with the flow. I write my feelings on paper but in this situation on my touchscreen or my laptop keys. I write poetry ALOT but that...
