Crash Landing
I went soaring again on the wings of love
but at this moment I'm so lonely I could die
I must be a fool because I still haven't learned
that only birds know how to fly.
I was totally convinced that I had found the real thing
because this time it just felt so right
I met a young woman who seemed like the one
and so together we took off on our flight.
At first it went well, our soaring was nice
we ran into no trouble at all
then just when I thought my dreams had come true
I found myself beginning to fall.
I struggled and fought to find something to grab
but there was nothing at all to be found
thus, I held my breath and did the only thing left
I prepared myself for hitting the ground.
I hit the ground hard, like ten tons of brick
it didn't kill me, though I've often wished that it had
I didn't break one bone, yet here I sit all alone
and I have never in my life felt so bad.
Now each morning I get up and try to figure it out
I sit alone quite dazed and confused
my heart is not as sore as the morning before
but my pride seems mortally bruised.
I still want to fly and maybe one day I will try
because I still need true love and understanding
but I must learn from this mistake, for my own heart's sake
because I may not survive another crash landing.
by
Benjamin Macieo Davis
ThePrinceofPoetry
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