Goodnight
I never have a reason to say, Goodnight.
It seems I've reached my final height.
From here I can only descend.
This hardship is my only friend.
Only the air separates me from an easy end.
This moment could last forever, as I stand and pretend.
When does a person stop to matter?
When your memories start to shatter!
Copyright © Angel Garcia | Year Posted 2016
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