To faint
Is to fall
Is to fail
Is to die.
She will faint
And she will fall
And she will fail
And she will die.
And she will whisper to you that
"To think
Is to speak
Is to breathe
Is to live."
And he will think
And he will speak
And he will breathe
And he will live.
And he will faint
And fall into the whispers
And the fragile memories
And the nostalgic smiles
And forced laughs
And he will fail
He will fail to think
And fail to speak
And fail to breathe.
And she will watch
And think of fainting
And speak of falling
And breathe of failure
And live her death.
And they will think
But they won't speak
And they will fall
But never fail
And they will live
And never die
And they will whisper
Empty words
And they will think
Just for a second
And then
They will stop
And you will feel yourself begin to faint
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryAll of our colors are different, and mine are still lost to oblivion. You can watch me try to find them.
