The Thrill of the Impossible
The Feeling of Falling
I am all tangled up
In your attention
Noosed by the
Curve of your smile
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My heart was
A wild, wilted thing
Its beats quietening like
The ending of a song
And now it is all
Mountains and valleys
Highs and lows
Clouds and graveyards
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You are a roller coaster
And I am living for the
Thrill of the impossible
Living for the feeling of falling
Holding my breath, waiting for
The moment when I lose it
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This poem is the
Beating of my heart
With no beginning or end
Just the rising and
Of course
The falling
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If you enjoyed this poem please give 'A Constellation of Light' a read too:
About the Creator
Poppy
poetry in progress
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Comments (1)
This rising and falling is cyclic, this is rhythmic, this is awesome! Thanks