Stand outside for a little bit longer, I knew you always wanted to be free.
But when does standing on your own, become too much?
Blisters fill your once smooth feet.
Legs that twist into a certain position from the lack of blood circulation, and knees that bent too much for comfort.
Hips that lunged themselves forward to keep your chest steady.
The abdomen going through a series of episodes as each and every muscle ache with tension.
Arms that are no longer in contact as they gave up a long time ago.
A tongue wheezing for a drop of water,
How are you holding up?
Why are you carrying yourself? Would it be easier to submit and submerge yourself for another chance at love?
To be silent and watch little rumors act like files.
The files that flood the room as they were hungry for not only your food but blood and tears.
Stand on your knees, no one is going to judge you if have someone.
You always quick on your tongue but how about your feet? How fast can you run?
You can always try to be unique, but you cannot run from the past.
And for those who do, always run in a circle.
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PoeziePerturbed. 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...
