Every time I fall

Story by makyo on SoFurry

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#3 of Poetry

I found my old poetry notebook from my creative writing class in high school. They were very rough, but there were a few good bits here and there. Trying to pull some of those bits into something coherent, but it's harder than I thought @.@


Every time I fall,

The ground tells me I'm in love.

"'Cause love is

All low," it says.

"And loves is

Places."

And I always argue,

That love is all people.

That love is dogs,

And cats.

And love is

Emotions.

But every time I fall,

The ground tells me I'm in love.

That gravity is

Some awkward embrace,

And love is

Permanence.

And I always argue,

That love is temporary.

That that's

The beauty,

And permanence

Misses the point.

And every time I fall,

The ground tells me I'm in love.

And every single time,

I keep coming back.

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