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john g
Guest
Falling so fast, never knowing the slightest
Falling so right, it’s real, at your surest
But hitting the ground is like dying
The words finally trickle in, crying
Am I to know my emotion on the spot?
I must fall, think and question
My ever last and truest thought
But who is to say I be wrong in judgment
When I pick and chose with personal perception
To never know I’m wrong, or right
But to follow her view is deceitful
Down the path to my most brutal bite
I feel cross in my opinions, but right
I Cheer and laugh, in the highest of mood
But like the hourglass spilling its last spec
I hit the glass and die, to realize days…
Through the pupils of your eyes….
It is just as true…. just as right….
I wish I could see it better,
Without death in my life.
Falling so right, it’s real, at your surest
But hitting the ground is like dying
The words finally trickle in, crying
Am I to know my emotion on the spot?
I must fall, think and question
My ever last and truest thought
But who is to say I be wrong in judgment
When I pick and chose with personal perception
To never know I’m wrong, or right
But to follow her view is deceitful
Down the path to my most brutal bite
I feel cross in my opinions, but right
I Cheer and laugh, in the highest of mood
But like the hourglass spilling its last spec
I hit the glass and die, to realize days…
Through the pupils of your eyes….
It is just as true…. just as right….
I wish I could see it better,
Without death in my life.
Keep up the good work ;]