Don’t Make Me Fall

Don’t make me fall, I’m not yet ready

For all the joy and pain that has to come

Don’t make me fall, I feel like dying

If ever you would leave me behind


I’m forcing myself not to think too much

Not to feel too much, not to care too much

I’m forcing myself not to feel your touch

But to you I am drawn each day


Your shoulder I want to lean on

Your hand I want to hold

Your face I want to touch

Your lips I want to kiss


But no, I cannot, not now

But no, too fast, let’s go slow

But no, this is too much to show

But no, let’s first make the love grow


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  • An attempt to remember.

  • The author and editor would like to thank the visitors of this site for dropping by and taking time to go through the articles.

    These are simply but ramblings of one woman struggling to retain as much youth in a fast-aging world. With her deteriorating senses and memory, this is her way holding on to as much as she can remember.

    The tone of the blog will most-likely change once she shifts to another phase in life. As of the moment, she claims to be at peace while in hibernation.

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