Up Just to Come Back Down
A poem written up in the air on a plane.
By James BrownbackPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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Can't keep running from someone like you.
Somehow, I'm still moving towards a love like you.
I never know which way I should go.
I tried to stand on my own.
I looked to my right, then, I looked past myself to the left.
I tried to make a garden,
but our soil has no more space left to grow.
It's funny how people always come into our lives just to throw it all away.
Sometimes it's best to turn your back on something then let it all go.
Now, relax yourself and watch our colors fade to gray.
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