One evening, I met a gorgeous girl.
Luckily for me, I ended up getting her phone number.
I started calling her, and, after a very short time,
I was hanging from the cliff of love.
Pebbles and dirt, all around me, were falling
Down an open void, meeting the shallow stream below.
I know not what shall happen to me
I could fall and die or be divinely saved.
Hours pass, I begin to lose my grip.
I think of you.
Nothing seems to matter anymore.
I release my hold and plunge to my demise.
Then I realize I’m no longer falling.
I can’t yet see anything around me
My eyes open to reveal a beautiful, treasured sight.
As I take a look around, I notice that I’m in your arms.
You saved me that time,
But what’s it to be?
Are you going to return this time,
Or will I be forever free?
I’ve never yet hit the water
Of the cold, clear mountain stream.
I wonder, is it all that bad?
Or is life just a horrible dream?
I loved you, girl,
And still do, to a certain extent.
If you let me go free,
I’ll become lost, knowing not what to do.
Please, hold on,
At least until I find that I have straightened things out
When I’m able to survive alone, I’ll let you know
By then, you’ll have decided whether you want me here or not.
Wha'cha think?