Standing on the ledge
Ready to fall
Thoughts of her
Pursuit across
Open channels
We were meant to be
As the old saying
Somehow
I mistaken everything
A fool
Whose life was misfired?
By a sure promise
She grace me in a manner
That seems special
Way beyond my childhood days
An adolescent
Caught in a web of shame
She embarrass me
In front of many associates
Trapped
Now I must contend
A love
With no motive
To intertwine
Dumbfounded
Crowds gathering to see
This unheraled act
Splat!!!!
Another soul
Given to the devil