twirling inside a space
and time continuum,
while sinking through
cracks in an asphalt jungle,
she’s praying the stars align
in time to fight the magic
pulsing through her veins.
but restraint seems foreign,
and redemption sounds like
an overdone ideal-- especially
when salvation didn’t work out
the way she’d hoped, and
forgiveness ended up being
much more concerned with
her willingness to love herself.
still, the clock keeps ticking,
and ‘one day at a time’ feels
like it’s taking forever,
while promises
have started looking
a whole lot easier
to break.
Author notes
meh. it was theraputic.
if you can make it better, by all means, please do. it needs it. critiques = good.
♥
Comments
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"while promises
have started looking
a whole lot easier
to break..."
I guess this just
says it all, doesn't
it? Damn good write.
Love, Lane
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holy shit, i love it.
that first stanza was amazing.
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=(
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-she’s praying the stars align
in time
i hope they never align
you're so right. promises seem a whole lot easier to break. maybe i'm sick of adhering to them since no one else does?
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