Don't fall for his smile. Staring at your ceiling going through the memories as the chant goes around in your head- it's crashing waves and roaring thunder that can be heard as the silence comes down and down - you should fall for things that are above you, things that are in your desire. You reach you climb, you hold your hand out and grab such a want from above. You do not fall for him as you gaze at the manifestation of - late nights looking at nothing above thinking of what could be what will be what should be-
No.
Don't fall for his smile.
You should never fall for something that will bring you down anyway.
Let it drag you and pull you and effortlessness you do not resist.
You do not fall. You hold your head back and arms out wide- you are on the edge of a cliff seeking that darkness just from the features you have witnessed.
You do not fall.
You descend so that slowly, slowly,
like the curve of his lips,
you rise.
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Where is the Sun?
Poetry☼ I wished upon a star but realized it was night. The sun that I had wished upon, had left me forever blind☼ ► sporadic updates ► poetry book ► thank you for reading ©world_joy_ Cover by @daisybrowser
