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Higher He pushed me up, I said HIGHER... He pushed me harder, I said HIGHER... I was up above And under my sight, He was gone...
My fright of heights, Won't let me down...
I'm afraid to fall in love again,
I'm fragile.
The poem begins as a simple scene of being lifted up, like a child on a swing, and slowly turns into a story about love. The speaker asks for more, shouting "HIGHER" twice, and the person pushing obliges. But by the time the speaker is far above, the other person has vanished.
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