On The Edge

On The Edge short poem

I wanna move on,

And leave everything behind…

But I’m so lost in love,

Just waiting for you to find…

Me…

I’m standing on the edge,

Trying to break my fall…

Because I’ve got nothing to lose,

And you’ve got it all…!!

Letting go everything behind,

As gravity beholds me…

It always ached in from within,

Its sad you could never see…

The real me…

Always standing on the edge,

Trying to catch you as i fall…

Because you’d never did care,

Even when I did it all…!!

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Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Love might catch you as you fall from the edge. Or might not. Don’t tempt love. Nice post.

Jesus Diaz Llorico
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“very sad write about love gone wrong..”

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