Things that fall <br />down <br />are interrupted <br />for varying reasons. <br /> <br />it breaks <br />if it is made of glass <br />it shatters. <br />you catch her, <br />if you love her, <br />you do not want to deal with the mess, <br /> <br />she, <br />does not care. <br />you cannot help her. <br />she is just a falling object. <br />objects don't make plans. <br /> <br />she is the object of this poem that I wrote for myself.<br /><br />celine charcoal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/things-that-fall/
