It warped and spun,
An object and another.
It grew yet stood,
As if it might have
Been crying.
She stood as well:
Unfazed. Untouched.
Whilst I fought back
The insurmountable urge
To say that I was dying.
I fell and flew;
An object like any other.
Swirled in my orbit,
Against the current;
I might as well have not been trying.
Pushed off a star
And fluttered back.
Reaching the safety
Of a place like home
Where I once was lying.
Alas, (once again) there she stood.
As if I never left.
Unfazed. Untouched.
Whilst I fought back the urge
To show my face smiling.
May 30, 2011
May 30, 2011 at 2:43 PM UTC
It warped and spun,
An object and another.
It grew yet stood,
As if it might have
Been crying.
She stood as well:
Unfazed. Untouched.
Whilst I fought back
The insurmountable urge
To say that I was dying.
I fell and flew;
An object like any other.
Swirled in my orbit,
Against the current;
I might as well have not been trying.
Pushed off a star
And fluttered back.
Reaching the safety
Of a place like home
Where I once was lying.
Alas, (once again) there she stood.
As if I never left.
Unfazed. Untouched.
Whilst I fought back the urge
To show my face smiling.
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