Flying
Flying Flying high Up in the clouds My breathing has quickend My vision is bluring My pace is slowing I can't see anymore How ironic.... I've stopped breathing. I can feel myself falling Hitting the ground.....Thud Thud Thud. I hear bones crunching And people screaming. Darkness...vision gone, completely I lie there dying .... wishing I had told you I love you And I need you.... Flying higher then ever before Flying through the clouds... Watching you constantly Watching you cry... Sitting there crying for a person who doesn't Deserve your tears........ ME Written December 18th, 2001 © on Dec 18 2001 07:31 AM PST 0 • 1
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