Love On The Brink Poem by Maya Hanson

Love On The Brink



Sixteen percent through
half of the climb,
dusted with starting over again
An explosion of something that's
new and a thousand years old,
whispering wishes and then

We're grasping at still air,
clenching a tighter fist every moment,
trying to fly until we sink
Portals and keyholes,
drowning until we've been saved,
Must be love on the brink

Sunday, July 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship,life,love
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