i was in the shallows of my thoughts
letting the water lap between my fingers
and as i began to allow myself to drift deeper out
by the swell of the waves
i realised the saddest things have always been the half-ways
the people you don't get to know properly
the dreams you give up on part way through
the projects that get lost in the clutter.
the saddest things
have always been the
'what it could of become' s
and the 'places it could of taken you'
but didn't.
half way is the opportunity
that lost your hand in the crowd
and now you don't ever get to watch them grow up and blossom.
they are the efforts wasted
and the loss that could not of been so.
YOU ARE READING
a swallow of words
Poetry-original poetry collection -these are not all the poems i have written as some are too personal and i already have 200+ -feedback is appreciated :) -if my writing can help or reach and mean something to someone i will be over the moon -thank you...
