We both took chances.
You took one with your heart.
I took one with my mind.
We both took chances.
And we came close,
Closer than I thought I would with you.
We came
This Close
This Close
This Close
This Close
ThisClose
But it never happened.
How does this happen?
Thatyouareallreadytojumpoffthecliffwithethwhighestadrenalin,withyour silentscreamsseeminglikewhispersin thehowlingwindandthenyou JUMP!
But
You don't land in splashing sweet water
Instead
There are drops of saline,
Wetting your lips
As they trail a path of moments
From your eyes
Through your cheek
To someplace where their existence is void.
And with them,
You land in a desert
Of shredded heart and broken pieces of paper,
With an oasis of ink and words.
And maybe
You'll find a paradise there.
Even if our chances had unexpected turns,
You will find your solace.
I will find my solace.
We'll find our solace.
If not in one another,
Then in the memories,
We surely will.
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Words Of An Idle Mind
Poetry~this idle mind is no devil's workshop~ •••~•••~••• ||Featured on WATTPAD CHRONICLE -May2018 (wattpad's official monthly magazine)|| || Featured on WATTPAD CHRONICLE- July2018 (wattpad's official monthly magazine)|| ||Featured on @AmbassadorJP readi...
