I took a leap of faith
with you.
Skydiving without a parachute
and I fall
straight into your bait.
I thought I could tell
that you were true
but alas,
not all leap of faith
lands you in a heap of cake.
YOU ARE READING
Words on paper
PoetryIt's like a fire a growing flame, going higher. It is building up, an uncontrollable wild fire. It is consuming, choking, I can't breath. I've got to let it out someway, somehow, I've got to relieve this weight, I've just got to let go.
