Sometimes it doesn't make senseKeep writing anyway
paper and inkthat's all it takesfor someoneto be immortalized
She was runningTowards the end of a cliff RunningRunningHeavyBreathingAnd now to the last stepShe closed her eyesAnd everyonewatching, gaspedShe did itShe flew
Funny I guess this heartis a parking lot Sometimes full,often empty
Know what keeps you warmand let it burn you
Your name is my writing prompt.