I am falling, falling;
Crashing down.
But I am flying, soaring
Whilst I descend.
I am breathing, breathing;
Feeling alive.
But I am dropping, plummeting;
About to die.
-holly boyd
YOU ARE READING
Words We Cannot Speak
PoetryPoems; Woe and hope, love and despair Poems mend us, they repair. Broken souls mixed with broken minds, Poems teach us what it is to be alive. They offer thoughts to inspire. They give us hope to aspire, They answer unanswerable questions They offer...
