Poem a day, day 4*

Falling is just like flying
Until you hit the ground.
Hit rock bottom.
Maybe that's why they call it falling in love.

Feels like flying
Or a bit like dying.
Stomach in your throat
At the sudden drop.

Exiting and scary
Where is this going
Am I soaring
Or am I crashing?

Spinning around.
Which way's up,
Which way's down?
Don't let me hit the ground.

In his arms,
Is he my superman?
Will he catch me as I fall
And keep me from harm?

It's out of my control now
I fell without warning.
Surrender to the trip, wow
Sensations overwhelm me.