You know I was too afraid to swim,
that I warned myself not to go deeper to avoid drowning of my own feelings,
yet you still push me to do it so,
because you promised that you'll be there and will save me down there.
So, I gave you a chance,
I cleared my throat and took a risk,
Then I let myself immersed in the bottom of fondness,
from the thought that you would be there and you would save me.
But what I found is a hollowed-out space within your insincere metaphors of promises.
I was wrong.
You let me drowned on my own.
—PrettyMira18
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A Poetry of Emotions
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