My parachute eyes
Holes in the middle
I'm falling much faster
Than I thought
And I hope the ground
Is soft
This unimaginable big
When I am so little
A lightning strike
And I am gone before
I've even said yes
But here there is no room
For "I guess"
I find my feet aching
For new streets
Eyes searching
For new sights
Though heart is heavy and still
A stone
So here I leave you, heart
For wherever you are is home
The rest of me goes on
Final destination unknown
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
My parachute eyes
Holes in the middle
I'm falling much faster
Than I thought
And I hope the ground
Is soft
This unimaginable big
When I am so little
A lightning strike
And I am gone before
I've even said yes
But here there is no room
For "I guess"
I find my feet aching
For new streets
Eyes searching
For new sights
Though heart is heavy and still
A stone
So here I leave you, heart
For wherever you are is home
The rest of me goes on
Final destination unknown
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