Why do the call it "falling" in love?
Is it because it's supposed to feel as if your
gliding
through the air?
Soaring confidently down deeper and deeper.
The edranaline is
Rushing
Through your veins.
And just when your about to crash to your death, your love sweeps you into their arms, and just
Holds you.
But what if the person you love doesn't love you back?
Instaed of gliding and soaring, you are
Plummeting
To your death, to your final breath.
And you crash and break into a million cutting peices.
Who will clean up the mess?
Who?
Hey! So this is my first poem that I have written in awhile. Hope it doesn't ****. :)