There is no point in asking(what if)
After you jump off the Cliff
Falling..
Million eyes Would stare
But no heart would Stop to Care
Falling..
Now you ask(couldn't I bare?)
Wondering while you get stabbed by Air
Falling....
Wide eyed You see your Fate
Rigid heart, It's too late
So, you're falling
You'll hit the Ground
And Your Hopeless Voice
Forever will be Gone
Sarah Ibrahim ©
Sarah Ibrahim
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