Holy Hell. What Am I Saying? Poem by Rhea Smith

Heartbeats, broken dreams
falling apart at the seams
it seems, it seems, the seams
of our dreams, were never
as strong as they seemed.
Writing as we start to fall
A melody to catch us all
But we all fall too fast,
The melody flew, soaring past
So beautiful, so unique
The Vixen Physique
Soaring higher than we fly,
With a last tear in our eye,
We break the gaze and look around
right before we hit the ground.