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Post by Alana Merez on Jun 1, 2010 1:36:52 GMT -4
Just to start with, this poem is separate from the others because it's about a part of my life that's passing quickly. Just everything I feel poured into it.
" A breath of something New "
Well we've made it so far, been through the forests of gloom. Waist deep in rivers of tears, we made together.
Still there's those senseless roads ahead of us, twisting and turning which way. Breaking off into separate paths.
Some of them meet again, some stay forever joined. Then there are those, which never meet again.
Guess which one I'm worried we'll end up on. Though not for the reasons you might think. It's complicated.
There's just a part of me that doubts, I can make it in the world without you. No more safe harbors, just me in the sea.
I try to force myself to breath through the weight suddenly upon my chest, and it's hard. I should be happy.
Highschool graduation, tears of one kind. The selfish thing is, I can't cry the same as you all. I hurt, and ache... too fast things came.
It's apart of life right? I figured, but that doesn't help the drowning sensation. The pressure on my lungs.
Let's just hope that part of life that's always changing, has mercy on us. Keeping us bound forever.
" A breath of something New "
Well we've made it so far, been through the forests of gloom. Waist deep in rivers of tears, we made together.
Still there's those senseless roads ahead of us, twisting and turning which way. Breaking off into separate paths.
Some of them meet again, some stay forever joined. Then there are those, which never meet again.
Guess which one I'm worried we'll end up on. Though not for the reasons you might think. It's complicated.
There's just a part of me that doubts, I can make it in the world without you. No more safe harbors, just me in the sea.
I try to force myself to breath through the weight suddenly upon my chest, and it's hard. I should be happy.
Highschool graduation, tears of one kind. The selfish thing is, I can't cry the same as you all. I hurt, and ache... too fast things came.
It's apart of life right? I figured, but that doesn't help the drowning sensation. The pressure on my lungs.
Let's just hope that part of life that's always changing, has mercy on us. Keeping us bound forever.
