Ground Stories

Don't you get it? I feel too much, I jump too soon. Even when I know That the ground will hurt. That there won't be water, Nor will there be a soft bed For me to land. Even when I know, You won't be there To catch me when I reach The end.  I will still jump,  Because you  Whispered sweet nothingness  That sounded like heaven.  Because your eyes  Seemed to pierce through me,  Hypnotized me and  controlled my actions.  Beca...