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How to Know It's Too Late
When you see yourself through her -
all that sweaty, nervous fumbling -
when you watch yourself drop words
that leave your lips in bouts of tumbling;
when you see your hands through hair
and hear you choking on the air
as if she's too much to bear
or a heaven, and you're stumbling
over rungs of Jacob's ladder
and your feet are kicking clouds
in the atmosphere she's shattered -
there's no chance of coming down.
~
Age when written: 16
all that sweaty, nervous fumbling -
when you watch yourself drop words
that leave your lips in bouts of tumbling;
when you see your hands through hair
and hear you choking on the air
as if she's too much to bear
or a heaven, and you're stumbling
over rungs of Jacob's ladder
and your feet are kicking clouds
in the atmosphere she's shattered -
there's no chance of coming down.
~
Age when written: 16
Published 6th Sep 2015
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6th Sep 2015 7:20pm
I felt deeply the rungs of realization after a departed one.
Good write, wise old young one.
Good write, wise old young one.
7th Sep 2015 1:12am
Thank you, Ahavati :)
This one's actually about falling in love with someone. But let it mean whatever you want it to mean to you. That's the cool thing about words. They're up for interpretation.
This one's actually about falling in love with someone. But let it mean whatever you want it to mean to you. That's the cool thing about words. They're up for interpretation.
10th Sep 2015 6:18pm
