The wind is quicker
Up so high
Looking out at the skyline
Observing the city
Lights flash everywhere
But the ground is more enticing
It calls out
Attempting to lure
Those who are damaged
Sitting on the edge
A rush of adrenaline
Is it possible?
The wind is picking up
It's now or never
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Poetry Book
PoetryI've been feeling creative lately and poems are helping me express my feelings. Why not share them on the internet?
