Now I was left alone
Alive and breathing
Feeling all kinds of drowning
The second I breathe, the harder I feel
and from that, I knew... I might never recover.
And just as I was about to jump to the shallows,
a hand-pulled me up from my obscure state.
Telling me how dense I was
for trying to jump into an empty hole.
I asked myself... Is this what I get?
For giving my all to the one I love?
A voice replied to my side
Saying that there's nothing wrong with having vast dreams
If a man truly holds you dear
He'll understand your every aim.
And in a spur of the moment
I found myself in a reverie
He held me slowly
like how the wind caressed my skin.
He told me things I didn't know
Including the feelings, I've never felt before
If he was the end of me
Then I would gladly accept my fall.
YOU ARE READING
Lost between the Lines
Poetry"Between thinking, typing and erasing- an untold story ended." [A COLLECTION OF POEMS,PROSE,INSIGHTS] The thoughts going in my head. (#1 on prose on March 3, 2019)
