I know the door you're
Speaking of,
And you're right.
It is
Shut -
Firmly
Tight.
Love seeps through,
Overtaking my view,
Breathing promises
of
No looks back.
While
Red emotion
Slips through,
Obscuring my view,
With such ease,
Spilling
Right through the
Cracks.
I feel gusts of
You,
Whisping bits of me to
The spaces you wish
We'd go -
Though it's the
Heavier parts
That can't quite start
Flying -
Afraid
Of the
Multiplous
Ways to go.
--
It's Me
That gets
Left behind.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
I know the door you're
Speaking of,
And you're right.
It is
Shut -
Firmly
Tight.
Love seeps through,
Overtaking my view,
Breathing promises
of
No looks back.
While
Red emotion
Slips through,
Obscuring my view,
With such ease,
Spilling
Right through the
Cracks.
I feel gusts of
You,
Whisping bits of me to
The spaces you wish
We'd go -
Though it's the
Heavier parts
That can't quite start
Flying -
Afraid
Of the
Multiplous
Ways to go.
--
It's Me
That gets
Left behind.
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