Slipping, but I have my grip
Falling, but to my passion I stick
Trying to describe a certain thing in this way is harder than it looks
You have to make it up as you go, no tutorials no books
Eyes are stinging, but it's not as rough
Heart quickly beating, decisions are tough
I skip a beat, thud then it takes a pause
Thud, it continued I'm unsure of a cause
Longing to close my eyes, to say goodnight
I know I should be asleep, but I have to reject when this feels so right
Trying to describe this feeling this rush
But nothing is hectic, it's a peaceful calming hush.
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Poetry to Get Lost In
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. I own all of them, and I hope you enjoy reading some of the things I'm passionate about. If you want to use it, just shoot me a message, I'll almost certainly say yes :) Updates will be pretty often. If there are i...
