I'm learning to fall. I can barely see,
The sky in front of me.
I'm falling so fast, I'm loosing my breath.
I wonder if I will be plummeting to my death.
I'm only scared of no one being at the bottom to catch me.
I can't die. Not now. Not today. You see.
I pray someone will listen to my calls. I pray they won't ignore.
I count as I fall. One, two, three, four. There's more
And look! There he is!
'I told you I would catch you' he says
My love. My hero.
My life. My hope
I won't have to go threw this again.
I was going out of my mind. But now, he keeps me sane
Some one did care. To catch me in my falling hour.
My light house. My safe place. My tower.
This was my fight.
I hope, and wish, that you will survive yours.
Good luck.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this; very nice. i like how someone followed through with your wish: D