You choose to fall
Or you choose to fly
That's what I've been told
I'm still wonder'in why
If that's the truth to life
Then tell me why do I
Keep falling, falling
Grabbing, onto stone I slip
And keep falling, falling
Like a sinking battleship
Can't get my grip
No matter how hard I try
I just, keep falling.
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Pocket Book
PoetryA new set of poems. Some are regular poems and others a lyricals. Please leave any suggestions/feedback! Everything is appreciated!!!
