poem for critic
There’s a point in all of our lives where we just stop. …where we feel like the world around us is just vanishing. It’s that sense that your heart is trickling down into A vanishing series of blood and dust. Where you’re feeling like damage goods And a series of failures. Time is only moving forward While you’re only moving back. But what you realize is that while you’re not moving with the future, There’s still no going back to fix the past. So you’re stuck trying to fight a current, That will only whisk you away. So now we’re fighting lost time, trying to catch up But still falling behind. Because that’s the nature of life. Playing tug of war with the waves. Until one day you wake up, And you feel like you’ve been saved.
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♥ it
@~*Ashtyn*~ thanks
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I've felt that before. you've captured that feeling beautifully. Nice job :)
@genericrockhopper247 thank u so much that means a lot and means way more to me than a person say its good so thanks
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You're welcome. :)
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