We miss many skips when jumping,
not realizing that they'd
hung themselves on the old oak.
The playground was empty of smiles,
just mummified emotions
buried within themselves.
Were just jumping off steps,
to the cold pavement awaiting us,
Our tombstones of lives last jump
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 5:11 AM UTC
We miss many skips when jumping,
not realizing that they'd
hung themselves on the old oak.
The playground was empty of smiles,
just mummified emotions
buried within themselves.
Were just jumping off steps,
to the cold pavement awaiting us,
Our tombstones of lives last jump
