Chances - Poem by Lacie Wasserman
Playing it safe.
It's such a waste.
Your getting no where hiding behind your fears.
Leaving you blind.
Looking behind to see if anyone's there.
To what people actually care.
Tripping and falling over things that are right in front of you.
Missing out on what's right under your nose.
Skeptic. Not beliveing.
Weaving in and out of crowds to find out if you can find the one your looking for.
The pages keep getting torn.
What are the chances of jumping off a bridge and living?
One in a million.
How many people are willing to take that chance for that one in a million?
Just look beside you.
Those are the ones that care.
To catch you when you fall.
Those are the ones to take chances on.
When I looked beside me and saw you, probably the most important person in my life, standing there.
I knew what I had to do.
Take that chance.
Because I knew your the person that I would actually take all the chances in the world for.
Good or Bad.
I'm jumping for you.
I'm taking that chance.
When it comes down to it all.
Your the one worth being strong for.
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