Falling Fast

A Poem by Alex

I’m the pilot of this flight
And baby we’re crashing fast.
There are fifty parachutes on this plane
And you’re number fifty one.
You looked at me with those eyes
Asked me for my lifeline
“It won’t hurt a bit when you hit the ground”
A lie spoken with smile
So, I guess you’ll die another day.
It’s just the price I pay.

© 2009 Alex

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Added on September 14, 2009

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Alex

Silverhill, AL

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I'm Alex. I like to write. I write about however I'm feeling at the moment. There's a reason and a story behind everything written here. Ask me about it. I'd love to talk to you. I'd love to know you... more..