Hear her fall off
and what will you do?
It's the last time you'll hear her at all
you'll never see the face of hers
that you could never reach
or help
or comfort
again
the louder you scream her name
the less she can hear you
curled up in her own world
behind her clear bubble lays a hard wall
that you could never break through
as you try to claw your way in
you think you're too late
and you can see her up top
free falling
disappearing from view
yet reappear again in the shadows
the one you never knew
the raven you never thought of
as she flies again
the rare smile is all you can think of
as you try to follow the signs
and pull her out before you miss your chance
and she's gone again forever
YOU ARE READING
fallen leaves and zebra prints
PoetryA collection of bad poems (again.) "you can't be that desperate" is a collection of my older poems. My newer ones will go on here.
