The Art Of Learning How To Fall.

How I love the silence and the dark,

Strangers ask is she not alone?

As well as I suppose they might,

Another feeling I’ve never known.

With starcrossed lovers out of sight.

How can I miss the memories of being held?

When just the thought of the every man’s touch?

Reminds me of how it feels to flee.

And for an oddity like me,

To be kissed is to be crushed.

Those turbulent bedroom tumbles,

Inspire love songs and broken nights,

Pressed against crumbling walls.

Remind of how it feels to fight

And the art of learning how to fall.

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