Forever Falling

Forever Falling

A Poem by Cloudtreesium
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The seventh pit of wonderland

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Falling in love is too easy

Its not just the cheesy, romantic love

Not just the

I just want to kiss you until I forget my name

Say goodbye to sensible thoughts 

The gutter is now my home

Sort of love


Its the sort of love thats 

Blooded from bleeding heart

Because it can be worn on my sleeve 

When I'm around you

The sort of love that’s 

I just want to stay near you until sun explodes 

Talk with you until my ears fall off and my tongue is tied

Your eyes are my now my home

Sort of love


I fall in love with my best friends

My first friends and my worst friends

I fall in love with strangers at the bus stop

Who decided to divulge five minutes of their time

To allow their life to briefly cross over mine


I fall in love with people

Who are more interesting than the deepest crevasses of the internet

Who’s very being is like a ball of yarn

Waiting to be unravelled


I fall in love with people

Who could very well be a fresh coat of wet paint left to dry

Who’s simplicities make them all the more alluring


I fall in love with the ghosts who live in my history books

With faceless anonymities who lurk in my computer


I fall in love with my audience, my critics, my fans, my admirers, my rivals


This love is not pretty and packaged in the windowpane 

Of your favourite designer shop


This love is not mine 

Nor is it yours


This love is infinite in its abundance

Shared and given and taken and exchanged and stolen


'Tis beautiful how one can come to love in so many ways

'Tis terrifying how love is so copious 

Like the starving bowels of space


This love is neither gathered nor obtained

This love is stumbled upon

When your footing is lost 

When the floor is swept from beneath you

And you fall

Like Alice down to the seventh pit of wonderland

Like an angel demonized


It is far to easy to fall in love

© 2017 Cloudtreesium


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We can admire and respect other people and places. But, love is reserved for people, places, and ideas that hold deeper meaning to us. Your poem shows how easy it is for people to fall in love, without even knowing what love truly is. If we are too quick to love everything, we become blind to things that can cause us harm.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on August 27, 2017
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Cloudtreesium
Cloudtreesium

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