A sunny day is not enough to get me out of my bed,
But when I hear the rustling wind I would rash and bump my head.
For the weather resonates with my innate melancholy,
Calm, cold, and whispers loudly.
"Ride on the swing", it says,
"Let it make you feel like a princess".
"What if I fall?", I contest
"There is none to call"
For he has responded to someone else's downfall.
"What if I fall?"
"What if I hurt myself again and lose it all?"
"What if I get hurt too much I can't stand back up at all?"
"What if I bleed and spend the rest of my days under the rainfall?"
"Please don't let me fall"
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WALKING DOWN The Memory Lane
Poetry~ words unsaid, feelings kept to myself, All yours to digest ~ _________ A compilation of literary works
