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yesterdaystears

Published: May 17, 2016

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I was stranded at the bottom,
But you're taking me high.
I want to drown in this moment,
As I stare into your eyes.

You have me falling completely undone.

If the sun is making you stay,
Then I pray the night never comes
And steals you away.

We're falling closer, growing together.

What are your worries? What are your fears?
Tell me your stories, show me your tears.
I promise to be brave, I won't run away.

Falling into eternity, will you follow me?

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Inspired(?) by Make it last - Therr Maitz, I've been listening to this song on repeat xD

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JTCPhoenix

Jun 18, 2016

I really like this poem and I like how you're not afraid to break the rhyme scheme to make the point. I think it adds potency to the poem because done poets often sacrifice content for rhythm.

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