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Free Hand

Being in love with you
Is like walking in quicksand
The more one struggles
The faster one sinks
There is nothing to do
Only wave with my free hand
A thought that juggles
The more that it thinks
Has it all been a joke
Just that classic twist of Fate
Like those clouds that you smoke
In the evening of late
Find the time's wound away
And the flesh like tide receding
Time I was heeding, hey
Only wave with my free hand
Being love with you
Is like walking in quicksand.



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-05-23 at 19:27

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this. The analogy is so vivid. And I think we can all relate to this kind of relationship in the past. Nice work.
2015-05-26


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Gosh, I know that feeling :-) A rollercoaster ride which makes you wonder if some people are worth all that - a different pace for you this, I like it though because it is so real

Elle x
2015-05-23