Dying AwayA Poem by Wild Willow BlueContinuously breaking, never learning..There’s a nervous little bug in my pulse I long to cry out for your strong arms to hold me for your pretty hands to catch me because I’m falling falling because you weren’t there I put my feelings on paper for you to read, but you never will it makes me feel better it makes me forget how I thought I loved you how you will never be there © 2012 Wild Willow BlueAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorWild Willow BlueOHAboutI am 33. I am gay/non-binary. I started writing in 8th grade. The person whom I started writing because of, I never got a chance to thank. We were never good friends, but we knew each other. I owe her.. more..Writing
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