Don’t Hit the Floor
I don’t want to be lonely
Wish someone would call
Wish I didn’t have to deal with
Everything.
Wish life was easy like it used to be
Wish friends were friends
in all weather
Wish I hadn’t made mistakes
Wish I hadn’t been such a child
Wish I’d chosen love better
Hope I can next time
Hope I am not afraid to love . . . next time
Hope there is a next time
Hope it’s better
Hope I’m smarter
Hope I’m wiser
Hope I can open my heart
Hope it doesn’t get crushed again
Hope I’m less of a fool
Hope I choose wisely
—Does Love choose you or do you choose it —
Does it matter?
Can it help?
Can anything help?
Once you fall
Nothing can stop your descent
Except
Two things:
A Lover’s arms—Or the
Floor.