Why do the call it "falling" in love? Is it because it's supposed to feel as if your gliding through the air? Soaring confidently down deeper and deeper. The edranaline is Rushing Through your veins. And just when your about to crash to your death, your love sweeps you into their arms, and just Holds you. But what if the person you love doesn't love you back? Instaed of gliding and soaring, you are Plummeting To your death, to your final breath. And you crash and break into a million cutting peices. Who will clean up the mess?
Who?
Hey! So this is my first poem that I have written in awhile. Hope it doesn't ****. :)