I am the waves
Reaching for the shore
But crashing long before
The sand is even in sight
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I am the acrobat who
Lunges for the swing but
Is too far away to even
Graze it with her fingertips
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I am the person drowning
In quicksand but still struggling
As if she has any hope of
Breaking free
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I am the diver
Falling towards
An empty swimming pool
And ruthless concrete
Knowing she will shatter
At the bottom
❀
I am the girl
Who loves you
Even while knowing
You cannot love her back
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If you enjoyed this please read more of my poems:
Midnight
60 seconds… 59 seconds… Time was slipping through his fingers, though he clawed at the falling grains of sand, he could not stop the hourglass from flowing. Around him, the silence was deafening. He had taken over every screen in the command centre, putting the terrible seconds before the terrified eyes of his friends and comrades.
By Alexander McEvoy3 days ago in Fiction
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