The wind blows through your hair
At much higher speeds
Twenty stories up
The world scales down
Like a model
Twenty stories up
Two hundred feet drops off
In a surreal fashion
Twenty stories up
You think you can survive the fall
Landing on a soft pillow of cement
Twenty stories up
I told her not to leave
She never came down the stairs she used to go
Twenty stories up
It feels great to let go
Of both the world and your self
Twenty stories up
My life wouldn't feel as empty
If they wouldn't let you go
Twenty stories up
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
The wind blows through your hair
At much higher speeds
Twenty stories up
The world scales down
Like a model
Twenty stories up
Two hundred feet drops off
In a surreal fashion
Twenty stories up
You think you can survive the fall
Landing on a soft pillow of cement
Twenty stories up
I told her not to leave
She never came down the stairs she used to go
Twenty stories up
It feels great to let go
Of both the world and your self
Twenty stories up
My life wouldn't feel as empty
If they wouldn't let you go
Twenty stories up
This poem was inspired by My Soul, Your Beats by Lia