Falling backwards
Through the air
Things I thought
Were never there
Shouting, screaming
The edges fray
I trusted you
For all those days
Beyond the lines
Of what’s right and true
Into grey matter
You’re falling too
Pushing, pulling
You should’ve stayed
Anger awakens
I’ve been betrayed
Walking on water
Rainbows and clouds
Once disillusioned
Now there is doubt.
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Your writing is amazing
Wow. Thank you!!! I love your writing!
Thank you. Means a lot that you say that. Keep up the good writing.
You’re welcome! And will do~
we are all quite fallable, but some definitely more than others
Agreed.