Slipping into an Echo by Bronwyn Warnock

 

then:

slipping

through the cracks, like water

nothing meant anything

happiness was handed to me

in late night hugs and movies

coming back, words were handed like daggers

stabbing deep

it all started from slipping away

now:

echo

no more slipping

coming back meant so much more

and you can’t slip when you’ve already fallen

those words don’t hurt anymore

they’re only an echo in my past

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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