He falls in love too easily, too quickly
I want to hold him back with a grasp on his collar
Straining to keep him from the ledge
Him leaning out over the precipice with no inkling of the drop
But I see only the fall and wish to save him
From the broken down pieces of an unrequited love
From the see-saw that he pushes up with no fear of the other player
For the game he starts without knowing if anyone else will continue playing
I don't want to have to pick up the parts when they dissipate- and they will
Though I should encourage him, I know only too well the hurdles the heart must face
He falls in love too quickly, too fast
And I am only trying to save him.
CITEȘTI
Songs of the Soul
PuisiSimilar to one of my previous stories because it is about life, but different because this is poetry. Sort of.
