In the middle of the day
When The sun is at its high
When everyone is at the pool
They day no one can stay at home
The hottest day of the year
Your standing at the edge
At the edge of the cliff
The rocks and sea are below
Looking down
The wind is blowing
Not to soft
Not to strong
You see some birds in the distance
You stand at the edge getting closer
One wrong move and you’ll slip
You stretch your arms out
Feeling the air
Feeling the sun
Listening to the sea waves crash on the rocks
Seeing a pod of dolphins out in the water
Splashing
Jumping
Playing
Hearing the seagulls chirp
Oh there are so many seagulls
Smelling the pine scented forest behind you
Then it hits you
You’ve been here before
In the trees
On the cliff
In the waves
Then it all comes back to reality
You breath in
You breath out
Your dreams have come to an end
Your woken up by the sun rising
Forgetting
Remembering
Trying
You go back to sleep only to see the darkness
Taking you away
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Lalala Maclemore
I love to read I’m a Tarusand I love this website where I come to read and write what I’m feeling I like poetry but I feel like I could do more.
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