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I confide in her Stuttering slurring “I-i t-think I may sort of i-love ….. him” Condescendingly emotionless She says “Yeah I believe it” This is old news to her New to me only “But I don’t want to” I whine Hoping she looks in my eyes Sees my fear The Terror That racks my mind She smiles I don’t know I she saw it “That why its called Falling Not Jumping Sweetie And I know you aren’t afraid of heights Just of falling”
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
I confide in her
I confide in her Stuttering slurring “I-i t-think I may sort of i-love ….. him” Condescendingly emotionless She says “Yeah I believe it” This is old news to her New to me only “But I don’t want to” I whine Hoping she looks in my eyes Sees my fear The Terror That racks my mind She smiles I don’t know I she saw it “That why its called Falling Not Jumping Sweetie And I know you aren’t afraid of heights Just of falling”
this is the first i found ok to post but i really like it and yeah.. my point is this is apart of a bunch of my poems called anti-depressants that i written in the past couple months or so
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bookkiller
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bookkiller
Chicago
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
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