Hold my fingers with thin air.
Abandoned all the doubt that fills you whenever the water resurfaces.
My words evaporate every damn time I gather the courage to talk to you.
The leftover expressions turning into rumors.
"I didn't say it, please don't believe them,"
The water resurface and when it did, it took you away.
I am so lonely.
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PoetryPerturbed. Anxiety awaits those who can't distinguish between actions or emotions, therefore never implying what she thought was important. Animosity. Apart from her balancing on the tight rope, resentment tipped her over and down she goes. Deep int...
