Fatal Fall Poem by Brianna Stuckey

Fatal Fall



Not this time.

Time is wasted, but thats just being said for the rhyme.

Love is only here.

For show, missing, hitting the all time low.

No worries, not here, nothing here to fear

Love is all, not matter what.

Love is not gone, no matter how hard,

How far,

How much I call,

How low,

I take my fall.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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