Smoke Colored Bench

F R E E F A L L I N G

I knew I was falling,
a good kind, where you feel free,

like a bird that lost it wings, yet never felt more alive,
but I knew when I finally reached the ground it would hurt,

shattering me to pieces, that I won't bother to pick up

✍

▼ M E A N I N G ▼

I know that this poem is short, but I hope you all enjoy! 

Vommet ;)

➳ Leah Skye