This might be terrible, I don't really do poetry that much because I can never find rhymes but I just had these words come to me and I couldn't ignore them.
We were flying
A small bird, floating up,
Up, with every word from your mouth.
The soft ribbon tie drawing us closer, still,
Still, we felt like this could really be.
The black night holds secrets,
Secrets, deadly, of which no one ever told
He couldn’t handle it alone,
Alone, forever he will be.
The glass is broken,
Broken, he had to end this life.
The letter he wrote will forever haunt you,
You are floating farther away from me.
We are falling
