Before I knew you I was falling endlessly in a bottomless pit.

You swooped in like an angel with butterfly wings. 


Slowly but surely you pulled me out.

As slow as the process was, every single moment of you holding my hand whilst pulling me up. 

Even though my hand slips at times, you pull me back up and continue to fly.


We get to a considerable height, but I notice your wings are wilting.

The dust of your wings fall on my face, and it becomes harder to see the light.


Miraculously, I get to the top.

You helped me.

But your wings aren't what they once were.

You nearly fall, I grab your hand.

I say I could hold your hand forever but you and I know that's not possible.

I'd have to let go eventually.


As I contemplate on letting you go, one thought sprouts into my mind.

If you fall down I hope you don't fall headfirst so I may see your beautiful face one last time.

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  1. phedudu number one haterDecember 12, 2022 at 8:20 PM

    your creative writing classes dont work bro drop off

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  2. phedudu number one fanJanuary 13, 2023 at 2:41 PM

    Beautiful poem about lonely, love, anxious, raw, male vocals, self-hatred, passionate, longing, melodic, noisy, pessimistic, sad, bittersweet, introspective

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    1. phedudu number one haterJanuary 19, 2023 at 7:10 PM

      bro is like 15 he literally horny he cant process any other emotion

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  3. phedudu number one fencesitterFebruary 13, 2023 at 5:14 PM

    idk kinda mid

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  4. phedudu number one stalkerApril 4, 2023 at 8:41 PM

    Your eyes as you wrote this felt like two spectres entwining at the crack of dawn

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