bubble rao

I have a mediocre poem
I found it recently
Stored some where in my mind
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It feels like
falling
S p r a l l i n g
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I wish my words flowed on paper like music in the still air.
That they were warm, comforting
As if the smell of hot chocolate, steaming had been pressed on the clear white surface.
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I am the one who is sick of your expectations.
I am the one who is frustrated with Life, the World, Everything.
I am the one who wants to get out.
I am the one stuck by responsibility
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Oh Dahling, haven’t you heard?
Sometimes we all need to take a tumble,
we all need to take a fall,
to see,
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Sometimes we all need to remember.
Doesn’t it feel
Like the answers were better two years ago?
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We spend our days in poor poetry.
Drifting in and out of consciousness
Just simple hallucinations
And a breakdown of rules.
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The ocean swept it away.
The tides rolling in and out.
We had spent the whole day building
that castle fit for a hermit crab.
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Find your face in the darkness.
I can sense the shape so close to mine.
Been trying not to fall, it seems like I'm failing.
Trying not to get too deep, my mind shuts down.
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