FallingA Poem by RaindropsRoses93Sleep, to far to grasp Like holding on to the breath in my lungs My heart not holing the blood it needs The blood in my veins rejecting my mind, following suite is my brain Cells escaping their home and giving me no direction Falling to the floor, my legs refusing to budge My arms not responding to my desperate plea for movement My eyes so large and yet I can't so who I am The tiny holes in the crook of my arm control me The image in the mirror not showing who I want to be No more tears to slip down my cheeks, no one to catch me when I fall In this moment all I have is myself and the girl in the morror. © 2008 RaindropsRoses93Reviews
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6 Reviews Added on February 6, 2008 AuthorRaindropsRoses93poughkeepsie, NYAboutI will never be what others want me to be. RIP Otter My Beloved Uncle, We Will Never Forget You more..Writing
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