Jan 2016
Once we were young
No cares in the world
Our lives in the palms of our hands.
The ocean was far
But just within reach
You said you'd meet me there.
I ran. You flew.
I crawled to you.
I came to find
You were lost
No longer mine.
Somewhere high
You left me on the ground
With clues for me to find
You weren't far
Just out of reach
But I chose to stay behind.
No cares in the world
Our lives in the palms of our hands.
The ocean was far
But just within reach
You said you'd meet me there.
I ran. You flew.
I crawled to you.
I came to find
You were lost
No longer mine.
Somewhere high
You left me on the ground
With clues for me to find
You weren't far
Just out of reach
But I chose to stay behind.
Recent events have brought stress upon me and thus has brought back my muse. It's a bittersweet feeling, however it feels good to be back. I feel like this poem can have multiple meanings. Comment below what you think it means, and maybe I will tell you if you're close enough. That aside, you should be seeing more of me in coming days.
Thanks for your support.
Regards,
- Olive
Thanks for your support.
Regards,
- Olive
(22/F/Florida)
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