i felt it,
i felt the need to hold on.
i felt the need to believe,
that you were different.
that you were everything i had hoped for.
the pressure of sadness,
the pressure of worth,
the pressure of love...
the pressure of love...
maybe there was too much force,
because like a TNT,
too much pressure causes explosion.
maybe that's what happened with you and me.
maybe it just wasn't our time.
maybe the pressure is my self love.
pressure.
-Yasmine Phelps
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(Completed) Touching Poetry: Volume II
PoetryThis is Volume Two of Touching Poetry. The continuation of a series of poems, inspired by my imagination, & my sense of style in writing. I hope you all enjoy! @radiantlotus_ (I do not own any photos/clips shown). April 2018 ©
