Satire. Any resemblance to you is entirely down to your sense of self importance.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Leaving me. A poem for a fairytail punk.

She said don't jump

I said I can't jump
If I jumped
I'd rise
I'd rise above you

And the last thing I want to do
Is
Look down on you.

She said don't jump.

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