I was hanging on tightly
to what you were just passing through
I found comfort in fleeting things
because they were more predictable
than your peregrine heart
You still don’t know what love means
to those who have to push it down,
hoping the light from the surface
won’t break over them
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Author:
Michael Anthony (
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Comments1
Nicely put! The emotion in this poem is very present. Great job on this one! 💖
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