Standing over this ledge,
Thinking of everything I've done,
I'm falling too close to the edge,
But it's too late to run.
Leaning on this wall,
Regretting all things unsaid,
I'm stumbling down this hall,
Wishing I hadn't fled.
Crashing into the ground,
Letting it all out,
Calling without a sound,
Tears running without a doubt.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Anthology Of Verse
Thơ CaA compilation of poems I wrote myself, particularly when I was bored. Will add to it whenever I can and have time :)
