It isn't until we are falling,
I think,
that we realize just how high we once were.
a poetry collection reflecting on the fall, written while falling.
TIMELINE
Starts: 15/03/20
Finishes: 06/06/20
SHOUT-OUTS
If you're new here then you might not be aware but my readers and I have this really cool thing going on. With every poem I upload, a dedicate it to a reader who comments and votes! It's pretty cool because I get to be happy that you're commenting and you get to be happy that I dedicated a poem to you so I'd say it's a pretty good time! Starting right now, comments and votes give you an opportunity to be dedicated! That's all it takes!
This chapter is dedicated to my good friend classicoverthinker for example because he always listens to me rambling and he made the gorgeous cover for this book!
AUTHOR'S NOTE
I wrote poetry for years but never truly considered myself a poet until now. I honestly believe I've found my poetic voice in this book. This is definitely the most honest, brutal poetry I've ever written. I hope they mean something to you guys because they mean everything to me.
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Today I Passed Your House And Realized I Wasn't Over You
Poetry"It isn't until we are falling, I think, that we realize just how high we once were." a poetry collection reflecting on the fall, written while falling. completed