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My mind drifts like a cloud,
Cold with bottled storms.
Forever floating just out of reach,
Longing for a warmth to hold.
Only when I let go,
Will I finally
be able to lay in the dirt,
And become one
with the soil that forgets.
The only way to rest is to let go
My heart has never felt more full.
Like it could burst at any moment.
Can you stand under the rain with me?
Run to me and hold me in your arms?
No matter how long and difficult the journey is?
All I want is to be with you,
Can you tell me you want to be with me too?
What I’ve learned
Keely Fleming Jul 12
They run across the water,
Each ripple making a rhythmic impact.
I’ve watched it endless times,
Memorizing each splash and pattern.
Yet fail to catch them in my hands.
Always slipping out of grasp,
Just to sink beneath the surface,
Settling in the forgotten sands.
I’ve written about love countless times yet never get a chance to taste it myself, a spectator in my own world.
Keely Fleming Jul 10
Back when I was a little girl,
If you complimented me,
I would smile and say "thank you.'
I would feel like a princess,
beautiful and bright.
Now,
When you compliment me,
I just look at you,
Brows furrowed in confusion.
My whole world would stop,
suspended in time.
I would feel like you must be lying.
Old poem it’s a little rough
Keely Fleming Jul 10
I am a fish on foreign land,
flopping desperately,
gasping for air in a world that wasn't made for me.
I don't know how to get back into the water.
I long to swim freely,
to explore the endless sea.
Old poem because I lost motivation to write
You not only gave me purpose,
You silenced the cries from my bleeding lips,
made my eyes glisten with joy, not tears.
grew flowers from the burnt ashes in my skin.
You encased hope in my unraveled brain.
Yet I felt nothing
You float in a vast, unending space.
An astronaut who's lost their way home.
The numbing cold, the silent space,
Pushes you toward the nearest warm star,
Where you savor the smallest flicker of comfort.
But time slips through the seams,
Stealing memories, stealing you.
A slow clock, ticking away what's left.
You watch distant galaxies bloom,
A tear freezing in place,
A reflection of you.
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