A/N: For the Similes Make Me Smile Competition.
I.
It's like standing on the
e_d_g_e
of a cliff.
To fall
or
not to fall?
Does he throw
caution
to the wind,
let himself
fallfallfall
for her?
Or does he step
((away))
from the ledge,
safe and sound,
bottling it up as he
a.l.w.a.y.s.
does and content himself
to be just
friendsfriendsfriends?
II.
He's
d-a-n-c-i-n-g
on the edge,
the cliff
e...r...o...d...i...n...g,
safety
s
l
i
p
p
i
n
g
and crumbling.
(fall or friends,
he has to
choose)
III.
She takes his hand,
and he realizes
they
are on the edge
((together))
both torn [be][tween]
safety
and the
unknown.
IV.
Their lips
m-e-e-t,
one kiss,
so long overdue.
And they dive
heartfirst
over the cliff,
no
fear
of the crash
as they
fallfallfall.
