I've never felt it.
It's just always been pretence.
I'm sorry,
But I don't love you.
And I never did.
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I'm so used to running.
Not once, did I stop.
And look at my surroundings.
My surroundings were you.
And, now I don't have to run anymore.
Because all my problems have evaporated.
Just one look.
Around me.
And, I stopped falling.
I landed right in your arms.
You caught me.
And, finally I didn't feel the wind in my hair.
I didn't feel the ache in my feet.
The tension of being caught.
All, I felt was you.
YOU ARE READING
thorny roses | poetry
Poetry❝roses are red, so are my eyes, from all those times you made me cry.❞ _________°•°•°•°•°•°___________ a collection of the words I spin at midnight.
