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These wallas are crimbling down,
the floor is caven in,
i fight too grasp something,
but i slip at every chance,
I will soon fall to my knees, as i did before,
this time I fall harder,
the waves crash down, drag me out to sea,
im treding water,
its getting harder to breathe,
there no shore line, not a person in sight,
im going under,
it looks as I might lose this fight,
I'll let the tide drag me to my death,
as I close my eyes, too see her beauty on last time...
To Lose
Loss of a lover is like death
by drowning or from walls falling
on your heart.
.
Old love dies and new love
walks from the horizon seeking
to build new walls and provide
lifesavers for those who might otherwise
drown.
.
Stella L. Crews
12-15-15
1128a
Very well said
Very well said