QUICK SAND

You were desperate
to pulled me up
from this horrifying
quick sand.

Your hands are
my last hope
to escape this
dreadful tragedy.

Fate is really put
us into a
grave danger.

I'm so sorry;
if I fell
into this mess,
I should take
this consequence.

Faith is still
in you,
your strong to
hold on,
while me,
I was ready
to take
a fall.

The tidal pressure
is kept me
falling under.

Tears streamed recklessly
down on my
rosy cheeks.
as I couldn't
take this any
longer anymore.

You said to
me, keep
holding on.

I made a
decision to fix
this problem.

And things
would be
easier.

If I was the
one who
would let
go.

:<