Vertigo
rushing realities
penetrating through lies
stand with me, my dear,
we'll hold hands on the edge of the earth
and scream into the wind
so that the stars can hear
and never forget
never forget
who we
once
were
"So stand on the edge with me
Hold back your fear and see
Nothing is real 'til it's gone"
Hey, Gabs, its Sophie.
I love the way your poem looks like a diamond, going out then in.
It's so poetic in a visual way, which totally backs up the poetry of "Stand".