"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
These were one of the bitter times Closer to when our garden was dying.
You had blamed me for adding too much water when I was only attempting to make up for your too little. If it were up to you, The whole thing would have starved.
I will not apologize for giving it too much When you gave it nothing.
Sun, rain, and wind is not enough. Sometimes we must Bend a little, Stick our hands into the soil, Sometimes we must make an effort To keep the things we love Alive.
But it died anyway.
Spineless
Author's Note This poem was also brought back from the grave ❤️
This week's dedication goes to GunsXbullets_ because she not only is reading all my chapters and voting but she also followed! I appreciate that! Following means you guys get to hear a lot more from me so you should do that if you haven't already! If you guys want a dedication all you have to do is vote and comment!
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