October 4, 2011

Jumping around

My feet off the ground

I start to fly

I wave goodbye

 

And so you cry

Watching as I die

So many tears falling

Will I hit the ground?

 

A labored breath

On the brink of death

A silent shout

Forced to go without

 

Shallow breathing

Hope receeding

Holding tight

to this fading light

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