I know what happens next, I've been down this road before there was a pothole I didn't see coming and in i fell head over heels again.
I must walk alone cold, tired but fighting to find my own.
To be myself but those potholes..
Temptation creeps trying to wrap its warm embrace around me, what a ploy daring me to look the other way. One misstep and I'll fall again, you'll hold me for years and that warmth will rise till it is a smouldering burn smothering me.
In flood the memories I can't breathe, a harsh reminder to withstand the cold a step each day I have to make my own way two steps forward one step back and I'm slipping, stumbling, crying for help and there it is another pothole perfectly foot shaped.
Dare I ever allow myself to fall again.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
I know what happens next, I've been down this road before there was a pothole I didn't see coming and in i fell head over heels again.
I must walk alone cold, tired but fighting to find my own.
To be myself but those potholes..
Temptation creeps trying to wrap its warm embrace around me, what a ploy daring me to look the other way. One misstep and I'll fall again, you'll hold me for years and that warmth will rise till it is a smouldering burn smothering me.
In flood the memories I can't breathe, a harsh reminder to withstand the cold a step each day I have to make my own way two steps forward one step back and I'm slipping, stumbling, crying for help and there it is another pothole perfectly foot shaped.
Dare I ever allow myself to fall again.
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