She knew that she could fly
when she raised her arms
and her feet left the rail,
her fall was a graceful glide
and like the pitiful raindrops
her body hit the grey cement
cracking open in a million different places.
She knew that she could fly
fly to the other side.
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wandering dandelions #wattys2018
PoetryA collection of poems about depression, love, and sometimes random things. Please help this lonely af individual feel less alone on this bleak planet called Earth. I'm literally melting off my couch from boredom. The cover was conjured by the magica...
