As the world would pass me by
Wondering how far I would fall,
If I ever try to fly,
You watched me with such interest,
Like it was me you'd try to find ,
As though you knew all my secrets,
And the thought within my mind,
But what I did not know;
Was while I'd made myself an arrow,
You had made yourself a bow,
So you aimed me with precision,
And I flew staight away from the start,
Until I landed with a solid thud,
On the target of your heart .
YOU ARE READING
WHAT IF I COULD JUST WRITE .
Poetry"Laugh harder at the place where you have cried the most",
