Poetry · Writing

Free Falling

Follow me,

will jump off the edge,

hand in hand,

greeting the Earth below.

This reality won’t catch us

won’t support us,

won’t pass the Mic for us

too sing our sorrows.

Maybe I’m just venting,

maybe we should go to a new bar

maybe we should sing karaoke

until the sun comes up.

I wish, I wish

you would carry the courage

too see your worth

know your exact change

it’s a subtle tip

that

I’d catch you.

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