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Poetry

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. This poems are not mine. It's just a collection of my fav poems.

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by 166228happy

by 166228happy

My body is pulling me away,

But my mind is holding on.

It's like clinging for life to a cliff face,

But my arms are not that strong.

Like I am tied above a bed of thorns,

Searching your face for hope.

Thinking you'd be the one to help me out,

But you were the one who cut the rope.

Yet you wonder why I am slow to trust,

Why my true self is never shown.

While you stand there with your slingshots,

Pelting me with stones.

You don't see the tears I cry at night,

Alone beneath my sheet.

You don't know how close I am coming,

To admitting my defeat.

And if you ever learn the pain you wrought,

If you ever learn to care.

Don't bother trying to make things right,

Because I will not be there.

Live this moment, until the moment leaves you. 💙

Peace out.