Drowning

okay , so i like shoes. not my fault. this poem has nothing to do with shoes , it's just a novilety title and picture.

 

We walk into the water together, you  hold onto me tight.

I've always been scared of the water. 

You can't help but laugh at me, but you still onto me tight.

You play around and pretend to let go of me, but you pull me back fast.

I decide to be brave.  You let me go.

I swim, but then i can't swim anymore.

I get pulled underneath.

I scream for you, but you don't come to hold onto my tight.

You've dissapered.

I notice that the world has become black.

I notice that i am ....

 

D          R          O          W          I         N          G

 

 

 

Author's Note

ignore any mistakes.

Reviews

[Last Lying Look]

ah. i like it. it starts out so sweet then near the end you know that disaster will steal the ending.