A Slow DripA Poem by Dripping Chocolate MadnessFound
I met you like a leaky pipe
Drip by drip, and hidden from sight Holding back (a vain attempt) Taught me where the pipe was bent But when I tried to trace it fast I only lost it's destined path And while I sat there, sad and alone You reminded me to take it slow A line can twist. A line can bend A line can lead you to its end But if you try to follow quick You'll just get lost. Then, no more drips. While breathing deep, and fighting tears I listened hard with both my ears Your words were true. And you were right I rushed my goals, and then lost sight The moments to appreciate Are here. Right now. And not our fates. Thank you. You were right again... I'm very glad that you're my friend. © 2020 Dripping Chocolate MadnessReviews
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AuthorDripping Chocolate MadnessWandering, RIAboutNot a writer, but I do it anyway. I'm also not a chef, musician, masseuse, guidance counselor, philosopher, or survivalist. But again: never stopped me before. I DO, however, happen to be a giant p.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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