There will come a time
I have to leave
Without turning back
Without mourning or grieve
Strangers I've come to know
It truly frightens me
The thought of just leaving
With such uncertainty
Would you forgive me if one day
I disappear without a trace?
Just know you filled my once dull life
With colors so extraordinary.
YOU ARE READING
Silhouette
PoetryHow much you've escaped reality, Is what remains of your sanity. If fantasy is what you long, Then why not go to where you truly belong? Tis within this book, are the words filled with the whims of a mere fool.
