You're both hanging there.
Your fingers are slipping...

**I found this poem like 2 days ago, but I wrote...
Isolation's better...

What is a Christian's life?
What can it be compared to...

High above the world
Green and Black and Brown...

Across a pale carpet
and rows and rows of chairs...

The heart unzipped,
Liquid spilled out...

I have the ability:
a pen...

Dear Anyone,
You walk by every day...

Dear Diary,
I seem so far away now...

Just as the stars in the Heavens' air
just as the back of my hair...

The tale of a young man
his eyes opened like new...

Coated in silver, standing straight and tall.
the only one left, not to fall...