"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
Sparks fly Until they fall And a sense of danger lights up your spine.
It is better to prefer steady flames. The type you control on tiny matchsticks, Blow out when you get scared, Suffocate till you get your fix.
'Going steady'
Author's Note
This week's dedication goes to walkingecho because she binged this entire book, voted, commented AND followed me on Instagram and liked all my posts! Wow, thank you so much! Glad you're a new reader! ❤️ If you vote and comment the next dedication could be you!
On the topic of my Instagram, those of you guys who follow me on IG already know I always post poems on my story that don't ever see the light of the day on Wattpad so everyone else, if you don't follow me on IG, you're missing out! See you guys on Friday!
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