To watch her fall
When she fell,
she fell like stone.
Nothing could hold
Or withhold
All of her was gone.
They say she had it coming
They said that it was time
That her blood was running.
But she was painfull sweet
Cause her eyes met mine
When we both needed it.
And I cried when I saw her fall
It was more than less
It was all.
It took my heart
My soul,
To stand by
And watch her fall.
Copyright Sara Kehrer
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