Another book of deep shit.

I would love to invite you into the mind of a horrible poet.
Enjoy the ride.


3. FLY

He held her as tight as he could

Eyes begging her to hold on

Mouth screaming furiously

as her wings started to grow


The sky painted the eyes so blue

As they both got heavier, she had to let go

Slowly slipping away 

she looked up


The world was waiting from beneath

But only he was going down

He wasn't ready

as they said a final goodbye... 



...That was the last time he forgot his parachute



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