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I could feel it coming Like a bird can feel the pressure change Just before a hurricane And instinctively flies Away. But I flew to you. I wanted to play god. I clung to memories, Clung to your flannel sleeves Blindfolded myself with them Dizzily, I walked in circles. You didn’t say anything But I know you so well I could read Every line— Every crevice in your forehead Another word. My lips clung to yours Begging them to smile. My fingers danced on yours Tightroping One degree from tipping over. You didn’t kiss back. Your lips a marble statue, My fingers fell off the wire. You gazed through me like glass And I knew it was Our last.
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
The Storm
I could feel it coming Like a bird can feel the pressure change Just before a hurricane And instinctively flies Away. But I flew to you. I wanted to play god. I clung to memories, Clung to your flannel sleeves Blindfolded myself with them Dizzily, I walked in circles. You didn’t say anything But I know you so well I could read Every line— Every crevice in your forehead Another word. My lips clung to yours Begging them to smile. My fingers danced on yours Tightroping One degree from tipping over. You didn’t kiss back. Your lips a marble statue, My fingers fell off the wire. You gazed through me like glass And I knew it was Our last.
#storm#heartbreak#love#ex#heartache#memory#memories#god#silence#lost
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nat-asha
22/F
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
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