Wretched sensation

Falling, rushing, crying, dying
Tears are flying
A falling sensation fills me
There is no real life

Without you
The falling sensation fills me
Once, twice now again
This time more intensely
Tears develop in my eye
Heavy now rapidly
My life a puzzle scattered on the floor
Without you
Life is lived no more.

Categorized as poetic

By HeatherNorwood

16 years old, lives in massachusetts and studying to speak with the death and share my writing with all. Also Honor student looking Twards being a major in florensics and working through the FBI.