I have a tendency to jump into things I don't think enough, I assume I have wings. What's going to happen to me when one day I stumble? I'll fall to the ground, my whole world will crumble. Will I be able to make myself push on, Knowing the memories will never be gone? They'll always leave a scar, though the memories might fade, Unless they cut through my spirit, like a blade. Only time will tell what will happen to me - Will I start thinking before I meet tragedy?
Liquid Amber · Sat Mar 15, 2008 @ 07:06pm · 0 Comments |