We have just met, but I fear the hurt,
That I am sure to feel when we part ways.
You had nice eyes, and I just love to flirt,
But flirting became falling in just a few days.
And I let myself fall, as if I knew how to fly,
But I don’t, so please, I’m begging you to save me
Save me from believing in a beautiful lie,
Or say that you’re falling too, and you don’t hate me.
If I don’t stop falling and I don’t grow wings,
I’ll slam onto the ground; it could leave me paralysed.
I would go mad, confused about all things,
So, I overthink, no witty remark is left unanalysed.
Don’t remain the friend I never forget,
Don’t become a memory that never happened,
Don’t become the dream that I regret,
Don’t leave the diamond in me blackened.
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Author:
Ladywithaquill (
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- Comment from author about the poem: About love and the fear of love, about wanting to be vulnerable and yet being afraid of the vulnerability.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
The vulnerability really comes through in your lines. That fear of letting go, in case we get hurt. Falling in love has its risks, but the rewards are far greater. A lovely poem. Thank you.
Thank you for your words! I shall keep trying to capture all possible aspects of love in my poems.
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