The height

All the fairy tales were real,

Even the happily-ever-afters,

Oh how desperately she wanted to love,

But that would mean falling; and she's scared of heights.

Author's Note

This is my first time sharing my work, what do you think overall?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Nice ending to the poem. Love is the game of chance. I tell people. Slow and easy. Allow the distance to become smaller when love had time to go. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Alex Carter]

After reading your other poems, I appreciate how they are always so simple, and yet always so profound. Please keep sharing with us! :)