"I may be on the side of the angels, but don't think for a second that I'm one of them."
My fall. I was terrified. I had no idea why. It wasn't like I would actually die. But I was scared. My tears stained my face. Every emotion went wild throughout my body as my foot veered on the edge of the building. I could see John on the streets below. He was just as terrified as I was.
"Goodbye John."
And then I fell. Falling is just like flying, but only with a more permanent destination. The wind swept at my face as the ground came closer and closer. And then my head hit the pavement. I blacked out for only a mere second. I wasn't like I used to b
If I hugged you,
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
