My intuition tells me you won’t catch me if I fall for you.
Yet here I am with my feet even closer to the edge.
We always know but hope makes up try anyway.
Because the in between is worth the ending.
What happens when words whisper? They form poetry. They tell stories. They breathe life. Right here…
My intuition tells me you won’t catch me if I fall for you.
Yet here I am with my feet even closer to the edge.
We always know but hope makes up try anyway.
Because the in between is worth the ending.