so I wrote this a year or two ago, it never really struck me as 'good' but I always enjoy reading it. Thinking about starting to write again but I don't know if I even like (forced) poetry or writing, unsure I suppose. c4c or whatever

got my hands tied, tightly
Helpless as I am
I watch the earth shake
behind the glass
somehow out of sight
I've got a feeling
I'm falling
following the world
I'm getting further
further away
the memories start to fade

And now your face is
hard to hold onto
please don't forget me
hard to see
a puzzle in your perfect life
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