Do you think when a leaf falls from a tree is is screaming because it's terrified of falling?
Or do you look at a dead rose and think of sadness or of a love that was once beautiful, but is now dead?
See, the thing about poems is you could say anything and no one would fully understand or grasp what you meant or how you were feeling in that moment.
When I fall, it's a terrible thing. I scream and try to stop myself, but I can't.
In some cases I have, so when I fall...it's rare.
A girl that used to wear her heart on her sleeve, and fall for every boy who smiled at her
To the girl who is intractable, hard to understand, guarded.
Why?
Not really scared of falling anymore, but terrified of someone falling for her.
It's hard to believe you will never fall in love, or have anyone fall in love with you.
{Especially when you are a sucker for any love story you can get your hands on}
This isn't really a poem, but a mess of thoughts...what I'm trying to say...{I think} is that I'm falling and I'm content, yet oh so terrified.