I wrote a poem. It's sad, emotional, and personal.

Walking along with the shoreline anxiously waiting, for my love to come back home. No shoes, just footprints imprinted on the sand.
Staring out at sea., wondering will they ever come back to me? The water splashed amongst my feet. Tide started to pull me in.
Trying to hold on, as much as I can. Hoping that you'll come before I give up.
She, the beautiful bliss of sadness. He, the constantly trembling in my heaart.
Them, the ones that left, without saying goodbye.
How do they expect me to believe that everything will be Okay? When I know for sure that it's a lie.
I haven't even seen you with my own eyes.

Starting to go into the deep end. My mind is racing. Thoughts are fading. Breath is gasping.
Holding on to a distant memory. Pieces on the puzzle that are breaking off of me.

I'm just going to let it pull me in. Until I start being weighed down by the sadness.
I'm just going to take a deep breath and release. Calming down my heart beat, I'm finally in control.
If I have the strength to fight back, I have the ambition to let go. Nobody needs to know until my body washes up onto the shore.

There'd be no identification, because I was never really here. I will always be -- nothing.

It's not a time for heroes.
Not a thing that can save me.

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I wrote a poem. It's sad, emotional, and personal.

Walking along with the shoreline anxiously waiting, for my love to come back home. No shoes, just footprints imprinted on the sand. 
Staring out at sea., wondering will they ever come back to me? The water splashed amongst my feet. Tide started to pull me in.
Trying to hold on, as much as I can. Hoping that you'll come before I give up.
She, the beautiful bliss of sadness. He, the constantly trembling in my heaart.
Them, the ones that left, without saying goodbye.
How do they expect me to believe that everything will be Okay? When I know for sure that it's a lie.
I haven't even seen you with my own eyes.

Starting to go into the deep end. My mind is racing. Thoughts are fading. Breath is gasping.
Holding on to a distant memory. Pieces on the puzzle that are breaking off of me.

I'm just going to let it pull me in. Until I start being weighed down by the sadness.
I'm just going to take a deep breath and release. Calming down my heart beat, I'm finally in control.
If I have the strength to fight back, I have the ambition to let go. Nobody needs to know until my body washes up onto the shore.

There'd be no identification, because I was never really here. I will always be -- nothing.

It's not a time for heroes.
Not a thing that can save me.

Jacobb · Answer

i love it its good keep going

cbfitz46578 · Answer

@jacobb wrote:

i love it its good keep going

thank you.

Jacobb · Answer

@cbfitz46578 wrote:

@jacobb wrote:

i love it its good keep going

thank you.

no prob

oopdontknowher · Answer

omg it is really good!! keep up the good work :)

cbfitz46578 · Answer

@oopdontknowher wrote:

omg it is really good!! keep up the good work :)

thc! :)

oopdontknowher · Answer

@cbfitz46578 wrote:

@oopdontknowher wrote:

omg it is really good!! keep up the good work :)

thc! :)

ur welcome

cbfitz46578 · Answer

Oops, sorry, I meant to say *thx

FrogGirlEmmy · Answer

Woah, its really personal, and thougtout, i adore it, i think its the perfect size, it really is amazing and deep, its so good! Good job!

Chloeisdum · Answer

Omg, its really good, i have no thoughts and opnions on it, but i really like it.

ILOVESPAGHETTI · Answer

That's really good. I love the depth of this poem, and the grammar is definitely on point. Great job!

Astro · Answer

very deep

Astro · Answer

keep up the great writing!

Monicaiswriting246 · Answer

its amazing what

200082741 · Answer

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