Has an angel fallen from view,
As the light is cast a new?
As the old sirens sing,
I hear a melancholy ring.
The pathway to a door;
Leading to a lifeless floor.
That's it, that's all, just those six lines and nothing much left at all.
YOU ARE READING
To: Nobody
RandomThis story is a mixture of poems, short stories, and just random thoughts that come pouring out of my mind. I hope you all enjoy them just as much as I do!
