You grasp my hand
For a balancing act,
I fear of losing your touch,
Your gaze.
I grip harder; no,
I'm not letting go,
Your eyes tell me you're just
Nervous.
But you let go. I unwrap
My hand from yours, your gaze
From mine; my heart, your
Heart remains.
Even if a balancing act,
Requires we let go, I'll
Still fall with you, down,
Down, down.
Hey, Jonzo, that's an amazing poem. It's sad but in such a beautiful way. You're a fine poet, Mr. Bandwagoner, a fine poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cute poem! i gave it a 10! hope you can check out my poems! love always Pete Wentz' Babe