Falling Rocks... Poem by Nestor David Armas

If falling hurts;

Why do people fall in love?

Don't they know they're falling?

Falling; rushing into this pain,

Makes you dumb;

Blind want to suck on your thumb,

Pocket full of certs;

Want to fly like a dove,

You swear you hear them calling;

Your name every minute you feel lame,

Pathetic even;

How you let yourself forget,

It happened once before;

And before that and more,

You think the message you'll get;

But you step over the edge anyways,

You've done it before;

You'll do it again,

Bust your knee on that soft feeling;

Warmth seeping through every pore,

You see them in a light so heavenly;

Falling rocks in love is a good hurt...

(06/20/2010)