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i saw her
in the park
spinning on the
big circle
that made you dizzy
until you didn’t know
where you were.
she reached out her hand.
smiled.
i took it.
and then i was
going in circles too.
but when i looked
to check
if she was scared too
(like me)
i could not find her
red dress
flapping in the wind.
my fingernails
dug into the bars
as
people
things
places
ran past me
and i couldn’t scream:
but i don’t want to be here.
it wasn’t me.
but i know the girl
who gave me her hand.
i see her
in the mirror
sometimes.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Comments (3)
Oh Goddddd, that ending hit me so hard! Your poems alwyas do! I loved this!
beautiful
Neat poem, Sara. Hope you're well :)