The first night. Only windows. All thrown open am I.
One last look is all it took to give it a name: falling.
I fall in your arms when your head is turned. Shot straight from the sky into your heart. When slings for your limbs and a breaking fall are all you need.
Paper thin. Turning over and over again. You've been spared but barely there.
I fall in your arms when your head is turned. Shot straight from the sky into your heart. When slings for your limbs and a breaking fall are all you need.
