A free falling expieriance changed into a love expieriance


Sky diving

Falling

So hard

As if I were free falling

But I have no parachute

I have nothing to help my landing

All I see now is the ground

Getting closer and closer

The next thing I know

Evreything turns Gray

I hope to get better

And to remember to have a parachute

Because if I fall again

It just might be the end





Poetry by Courtney Marie Marion
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Written on 2009-07-12 at 03:10

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