A/N: this was completely and totally written in my math class today, shows how much I care about numbers lol
DEDICATED TO @clubxtommo BC SHE'S THE BEST AND NICEST PERSON IN THE WORLD :)))
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Dust
When I reached out
I found that I could touch the universe
When I looked up
I found myself face to face with the gods
When I turned around
I found others there, waiting
And when I went to sleep
I knew I found what I wanted.
But though I tried
It never settled
That constant need to get closer
And though I tried to jump and fly
It all ended with my fall.
The swirls of wind pushed me down
My own self betrayed me
And I sit now, kicked to the ground
Amongst dust and blood and tears --
And I'm watching.
I watch new ones reach out
I watch them touch the stars
I watch new ones look up
I watch none of them fall.
But then every time I push myself up
Someone pins my back to the ground
But then every time I try to fix what I had
I slip and shatter and splinter.
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The Second Time
Poetry☾ This is a book of drafts of dorky, hopeless poems, poem-ish works, and rants that usually make no sense whatsoever. I hope you enjoy reading them just as much as I enjoy writing them. ☽ Copyright © 2015 by something1d, all rights reserved. Poetry...
