Dedicated to my help:
The runaway friend and the little to reckless one.
Without seizing
The control of my mind
I bend against
The breaking glass
The shattering hearts
The covering masks
I hope to find
That single break
That hopeful spark
That last hooray
With doors at their close
And people begin to wave
Let's sing this song
And hope for praise
For the people may suffer
The children might cry
But the wold still turns
And time says goodbye
YOU ARE READING
Life
PoesíaShort poem on the odds and ins of the last of your life and living it, with a message and a hint. Read in between the lines and remember to live. BTW the cover is lyrics from a Melanie Martinez song "Drive" and doesn't belong to me.
