The man on the building below wanted me to snap a photo
Of him on the edge of the tall slim building
So I did, and he said it was beautiful,
But I was too shaky to see it how beautiful the building is
The height of the building is why i am shaky
Falling down while on top could kill me
He doesn't know the genuine me
He only knows the one next to him in the photos
He doesn't notice my shakiness while on this building
He says the stagnate sky above us is beautiful
But to me the lively sky is
Moving because of the unmanageable shakiness
He isn’t noticing my body shake
All he continues to do is have me
Take new elegant photos
While on this tall lean building
His lucidness is not beautiful
The tall lithe building is
Below the stagnate sky, while he is
Not noticing my continuous shaking
But I could not cajole him to get me
To stop taking his magnificent photos
On this tall slim building
That he says is absolutely beautiful
All the things among us is beautiful
To him, but I can't stop shaking
He definitely won't let me
Leave without all his fancy photos
Of him on this building
The tall slim building
That He calls beautiful
Sits below the stagnate sky, while he is
Moving along the sides, making me shake
He doesnt let me
Stay still until I take his photos
He wont let me Me leave this beautiful
Place while he is atop this building
So I can take his photos while being shaky
