Beyond the throws of gravities
                     memories swinging.

Collecting  views of
                           sorrowful glances.

Swinging, a hangman
                          regretful essences.

But never once feeling the noose
                   tighten, tears hang here.

High as I was
I took the jump for you
And as I did
You fell for her too
She took her leap
But she slipped from your hand
Now tell me, darling
Where do we land?