you're slipping away
out of my grip
i can feel your sweaty palms
wanting to let go
as i try to grapple
your rope of a wrist
onto a boat
filled with people
i don't remember
i'm sorry i can't save you this time.
YOU ARE READING
the dawn of us
Poetrycover by duvetjae a series of written poems about love, trauma, and moving on. disclaimer: this books discusses many serious topics, read with caution.
