It washes over me in waves:
Cold. Heavy. Suffocating.
One moment I feel like I'm moving forward,
until it knocks me right back down.
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PoetryPoetry pieces that I've collected in my notes and would like to share (as scary as that is).
Losing You Is Like Losing A Lover
It washes over me in waves:
Cold. Heavy. Suffocating.
One moment I feel like I'm moving forward,
until it knocks me right back down.
