looking down from the top of the world
looking down from the top of the world
getting dizzy
was never easier
and it will never get easier
than this
there is a strange touch in your voice
that lingers
that sticks to
my pride. help me pour out my soul
my immortality
i would walk with you a little longer
and dive in uncertainties
This poem was written by Eliza Simon on Apr 19, 2008.
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