3400
Tripping, stumbling
Grabbing the walls
trying so hard to prevent this fall
Butterflies in my stomach, thoughts cloud my head
Eyes blurred, blinded by emotions and feelings yet to be understood
this can't be good
Thoughts begin to race
Reality I must soon face
Still not ready the panic begins to set
This fall I must stall
It must be inevitable
I think it could be
but how could this happen to me?
hands shaky, sweat kissing my brow
I know for sure that the time is now
without a doubt and with all the gall
I begin to fall
Hands clenched, eyes squeezed tight already expecting my own demise
But there was a pleasant surprise
You were there to catch me
And with much glee I was pleased to see
That you too had fallen for me
