I'm falling from a hundred feet
and I don't know how I feel

A hundred feet
a hundred thoughts
a hundred poems I wrote for you

A hundred feet
of me questioning if anything was real
if anything was true

A hundred feet
Ninety
Eighty
Seventy
But everything else remains the same

A hundred lives I'd sacrifice for you
A hundred fools
All of them for you

Sixty
Fifty
Forty
Thirty feet to go

But now the tears begin to flow
Thirty
Forty
Fifty
Sixty

Rewind time and step back
or is it too late for goodbyes?

I knew
I knew
I knew within my heart –

I knew it was too good to be true

The morning sun,
The twirling vines,
The chirping birds,
The cooing alarms,
The whizzing brush,
The laughing babies,
The rising moonlight,
The evening windows,
The passing moments,
The whirling memories.

Each and every thing talks to me these days,
The passing wind says the sweetest of all things,
For it softly whispers your sweet name in my ears.