He tried to reach her
But he knew couldn't
So he did what anyone would of done
He yelled
"Did it hurt when you fell?"
She stood still
Turning around taking off her shades
"When I fell?"
"From heaven of course."
"From heaven?"
She laughed a smirk crossing her lips
"It hurt when I arose."
"Arose?"
A malicious smile took over her features
"From hell."
Her smile faded
She put on her glasses
Turning around entering the elevator
He was speechless
One thing he knew for sure?
She had to be his.
ESTÁ A LER
P O E T R Y
Poesiapo·et·ry ˈpōətrē/ noun literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature. Random Poetry written by me with outfits cho...
