With love on the brain
And a smitten beating heart
I have fallen for you and I'm coming apart.
Like a ragdoll, my legs were soft
And flexed like blades of grass in a meadow
My hearth no longer beneath my feet,
I've slipped deep below.
A sharp exciting pop then a scream behests my attention,
I'm frozen to the ground and my breath struggles to find a balance again.
I am stuck.
I am hurt.
I fell down the stairs and now I'm out of luck.
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The Moon Listens...
PoetryAs the Moon changes, I tell her my stories. Poetry for the empathetic and the hopeless romantic.
