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On the Edge

We’re hanging on the edge

with tomorrow still unknown.

I close my eyes and

savor this momentary bliss.

The warmth you exude

somehow fills me with gloom.

‘How long can we be this way,’

I wonder.

I want nothing but for time to stand still.

I know it’s a hopeless cause

but this stupid girl can dream.

 

4 Comments

  1. Just dropping by from the Daily Prompt. I feel your poem and the emotions behind it. It’s a hard place to be.

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