I'm falling
Lost in the wind
Lost to gravity
Tears rise from my face
My heart beat is gone
I can't tell whose name I'm calling
Or
If it's even a name I'm calling
To bad, to them I was just a head case
I guess they'll never know my story
I'm frozen to the core
I force my eyes to open, though it hurts
I wonder how it'll feel when I hit the ground
Or
If I'll even feel it
What should my last words be?
My last thoughts?
Does it even matter?
Should I even care?
Should I remember the unimportant things?
Like the sun I'll never see again
Or the room I left bare.
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The Art of Poetry
PoesíaSo, these poems are basically just me trying to put my feelings, thought, and emotions onto paper. I hope that they somehow help someone, and I hope everyone that reads them enjoys! These are all my poems, my own words; I would love your critique a...
