Understanding on the cheap side of poetry

I pretend to be born and raised there
Jumped from a plain three miles in the air

And my landing was soft and smooth
With curves and she


Exactly

Who I was in the mood to see


Innocent Miss you see right inside me
You put a light on in here so
I can look at things clearly

Thanks to you it’s self-explanatory

Lesson learned
A horror story

Open the window
Look down
You’re ten levels high

Fire flashing heavy in the hallway
No escape
Put on your cape, it’s time to fly

Undeniably inviting Miss Understanding
All sense is disbanding this
Intense expanding
Experience

About to die

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--Last edited by MeCh on 2007-11-04 08:43:37 --

I really like this poem...  all hopeful and breathless and dark at the same time.  :-)