The moon watched her as she roamed the meadow,
And the lake would not let her go.
There was a force pulling her in,
And she had a desire to dive but not swim.
She stood on the edge of her feet,
And if she flew down, she could be complete.
With a sharp cold wind brushing her shoulder,
And the water seemed closer and closer and closer.
When she hits the water, she won’t feel pain,
And she’ll know that she will never feel again.
She floats in the water down and down,
And she feels peace knowing how to drown.
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
The moon watched her as she roamed the meadow,
And the lake would not let her go.
There was a force pulling her in,
And she had a desire to dive but not swim.
She stood on the edge of her feet,
And if she flew down, she could be complete.
With a sharp cold wind brushing her shoulder,
And the water seemed closer and closer and closer.
When she hits the water, she won’t feel pain,
And she’ll know that she will never feel again.
She floats in the water down and down,
And she feels peace knowing how to drown.
I don't really know if I like this one, I'll probably edit it later.
