The highs are heavens high
Top of the summit high, higher above the clouds
Then we fall so deep below
Floor of the ocean low, under the ocean bed low
We are so happy today, we ain't talking tomorrow
Im confused without you, only you help me find myself
But the lows are crushing blows, Its really so hard hold on
I think I call you we talk, then wonder if its easier to let go
I do love you still I can't never deny
But this is hurting both of us so much I know
I wish we'd stay happy
But we crash and so far apart we fall
We are silent but that makes me think of you even more
I am unhappy and it makes me miss your jokes even more
We can rise above this I feel but do we know how?
(The last line of this poem was never written)
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