words from, Y.R.
Wednesday, 20 September 2017 | September 20, 2017 | 0 comment(s)
being at the edge
of somewhere so high, so risky
and dangerous thus unstable.
with you,
makes me scared.
you looked at me,
half smiling half questioning:
when did you get scared of heights?
aren't you so fond of it, the beauty of it?
i am, honestly, i do.
but being here with you,
all i could do
is recalling how i was brave enough
to jump out of this five-storey building,
but you
god damn you,
makes me fall in love
instead.
instead.
-y.r. | JUMP
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