Cliff
Stepping up to the cliff that over looks the oceanI feel the cool, moist sea air rush over my lonely, tear moistened face I stare out and admire the sparkling water, beautifully lit up by the setting sun I close my eyes and open my arms, and let the cool, yet seemingly calm ocean mist brush gently over my skin Sighing deeply I open my eyes slowly and stare down the cliff my eyes adoring the sparkling water hitting up against the rocks below Letting a few more tears slide slowly down my moistened cheeks I close my eyes once more, and lean off the cliff and become no more
dieingflame · Tue May 30, 2006 @ 08:00am · 0 Comments |