When I was young,
I fell from the swingset
And bumped my head
On the side.
An adventurous child,
I climbed in tree limbs,
But soon I fell down
And I cried.
As years passed me by,
I fell for a lie
And the things I believed in
Fell through.
So now do you see
Why I was afraid
When I realized
I'd fallen for you?
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Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
