A short poem about lovers kept apart by the veil between life and death.
|Believing I can fly, could mean I die.|
But would that be the worst, because in a way I am cursed.
Even when we’re close we are still two feet apart.
Even when you’re this far away you will always be in my heart.
When I fall, you will be the one I call.
We will be together at last.
We will be together fast.