The Edge

She nears the edge,

holding her last breathe

Her heart beats heavily

awaiting what will be

Maybe it won’t be…

Maybe it will all break evenly

Slowly colliding into a motionless remedy

Or Maybe it will be…

Suspense tosses her to the wind

Leaving her to brave the cold upon her skin

Sometimes she wonders

WHY she dives in when all else is uncertain

fall

you rememberĀ  who i was

see me now

like im nothing at all

but im proud of who i am

how ive grown

speak like you know it all

but everything is nothing

we all fall

so far

so short

the bar was raised too high

im not too proud to say i cry

its a lonely life

but i know who stands by my side

give up

it is no more

the bar was raised too high

we all fall short