“The crash isn’t worth the fall”,
He whispered to me, as he stood tall.
I looked deep into his eyes,
And to my shock and surprise,
I saw no feeling at all.
This could have been the end, you see,
But not for silly, stubborn me.
He looked away with a glimpse of fear,
and suddenly it was all so clear,
this boy had yet to set his heart free.
I held his hands very gently, and said,
“Silly boy, I’ll be with you until I am dead!”
I let out a laugh and shot him a smile,
He laughed, “Maybe this fall is worthwhile…”
We gazed at each other, awaiting the fall ahead.
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