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Hanging On By My Fingertips.

Hanging On By My Fingertips.

 

I am holding on by my fingertips.

I feel it slipping away but I cannot stop it.

I am encaged by the darkness I live in.

Our relationship is just about surviving.

 

I am rejecting, hurting slowly pushing it away.

Bringing nearer be inevitable day.

I can clearly see what I am doing.

A good thing, bit by bit I am destroying.

 

I am craving what I am losing.

This is what my subconscious is choosing.

She is so much more deserving.

My demons though are persevering.

 

She just wants to be loved, the same as me.

Just treated and held affectionately.

What's wrong with me, it's not a lot to ask.

For her loving me is becoming a thankless task.

 

I know the end is not far away.

She will move on to a happier place.

It will be my fault it came to an end.

I will be back where it all began.

 

Nataiella (2015).

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TobaniNataiella

Thu 21st Nov 2024 08:57

Thank you John , Hugh, Trevor, Larisa, Stephen, Aisha, Manish for the likes.

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TobaniNataiella

Sat 16th Nov 2024 16:39

Thank you for the comment Uilleam, sadly we are probably all guilty of it at sometime.

Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Sat 16th Nov 2024 09:52

I know the feeling of hanging on by my fingertips.

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