I'm holding on to you so tight
I must be squeezing you to death;
suffocating;
the same way you suffocated me,
Your beauty
a cage
on my lungs.
I'm holding on to you so hard
I must feel like a rock.
The one that used to drop inside me
every time we talked.
And you're still so beautiful
And you make me so nervous
I just don't understand
How my feelings aren't the same.
And I don't even know yet
If this is the end,
If there will be an end
To our game.
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Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoetryNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
