Looking off the same ledge
Making the pledge
That I won’t one day be
One of the people who see
That view
As their last view
Jumping/ falling before they see the light
A million years ago on a dark warm night
I walked across the ledge and exhaled
Remember me, when our relationship’s Hell was unveiled
When we were in love
With the push and shove
This place could be
To me
The little girl
She dances and sings
A bicyclist
His bell it rings
A man
He smokes
A classmate
She jokes
I see graffiti
Take a look,
Sweetie.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
Looking off the same ledge
Making the pledge
That I won’t one day be
One of the people who see
That view
As their last view
Jumping/ falling before they see the light
A million years ago on a dark warm night
I walked across the ledge and exhaled
Remember me, when our relationship’s Hell was unveiled
When we were in love
With the push and shove
This place could be
To me
The little girl
She dances and sings
A bicyclist
His bell it rings
A man
He smokes
A classmate
She jokes
I see graffiti
Take a look,
Sweetie.
Written on the Brooklyn Bridge during class. What's to make of this mess?
