Discarded

pearljam132112pearljam132112 Posts: 50
edited August 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Its the constant motion,

Its the push and the pull,

and the thoughts that are left to fester.

Its the reason you turned back after you came so far.

I dont know how many times Ive said it,

but Ill say it for the rest of my life if I have to,

Ill take every breath to keep you grounded,

but every breath inflates you more,

and you float a few more inches above the ground.

but I keep breathing into you,

giving you a life I never knew.

and maybe Im trying too hard this time.

maybe I just need to let you go.

maybe I just need to leave my chances in your mail box.

fifty crumpled letters,

discarded.

uneeded.

my explanation is in my motion.

the constant push and pull.

__________________________
When I come back, twenty years from now, please answer just one question...
How does it feel to fly?
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  • CHANGEinWAVESCHANGEinWAVES Posts: 10,169
    I like this.
    I was about to post one called discarded. Must be the feeling of the week.
    "I'm not present, I'm a drug that makes you dream"
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