I fall upon a plane of air
I'm landing but there's nothing there
I ride the wave a thousand times
It all ends with a curve called "line"
Forgive me for my hollow view
But deception is empty too
Brokens struck me at safer times
Forgive me, curves ruin your line
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Poetry"I landed on the ground and it had this horrible thing called gravity" In all it's different forms The poetry of pain The words of the girl who went from pink To a lonely shade of gray #67 Highest Rank © 2015 ML_Brooks, all rights reserv...
