Parachute fall

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Love was like a parachute fall. We were both on the same plane, flying over paradise. Secured at the door and waiting for a sign. But the sign never came, so I jumped anyway, hoping you would follow.

Love was like a parachute fall, but you left me fly alone. Now I have landed in paradise, wishing you were here, and you’re long gone, piloted by your own fear. Don’t come to look for me again, there’ll never be the same place, time or even plane.

And I missed you…