The descent is a headrush
as I will myself to fly
fighting against the enevitable
bracing myself for the crash
Its everything I want
which is why I try to get away
because its too good to be true
and soon the ground'll hit my face
I cannot fight this force
I can hardly make myself want to
looking down into the blue oasis im falling into
so pure so beautiful..
No! I mustn't
Why do i always find myself
ready to splatter upon the barren ground
tht was hidden just under the dream cloud that lured me?
Yet what I feel now is different
not really a fall but an orbit
i find myself constantly pulled
my center
falling or orbiting
being drawn or just held to
it always for you
You are gravity
Author notes
prompt: gravity
Sorry if this is a little weak /= I entered pretty last minute and am now too tired to fix it up. Thanks for the inspiration though(:
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this is good jennie i liked it keep it up, its nice to see you post some stuff=]
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