It's a title
It's a name
It's a crown
Painted gold
With plastic gems adoring it
It's a day
It's a week
Just a slip of a moment
It's all fake
It's a game
I won't lie
Even if it did entertain
What will be left after it's over
After the week filled with pleasures
Will you be here my friend
Or will you disappear?
YOU ARE READING
Fade
PoetryWe're all just fading away... drifting apart... never to see each other as a whole...
