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Friday, July 17, 2009

Her Superhero

There she was, standing on the ledge of the building

She stares down at the busy street

I had just gotten to the roof of the building

I just stood there watching her

Why was she up here?

I had been looking everywhere for her

 

Then in a blink of an eye, she was gone

Was I seeing things?

Where could she have gone?

Then I heard the screaming

She had jumped

If she wanted to die, why was she screaming?

 

But she couldn’t die, I love her

I had to save her from death

Next thing you know, I was jumping after her

Now we were both falling toward the earth

I could see her in front of me

But can I catch her before she hit the earth?

 

I had to stop thinking and move

I leaned forward and picked up speed

We were close enough for me to move

And I caught her in my arms

We were both falling toward our death

But she was safe in my arms

 

She looked up at me, into my eyes

She stopped screaming for we weren’t falling anymore

We were flying and the look in her eyes

Nothing but love for being saved by a superhero

She knew I was always there for her

I was her superhero

-By wockachow

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This is by far my most favoritest poem ever. End of story.

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