I had this dream
Where everyone died
I ended up alone
Simply left behind.
I had this thought
That no one was my friend.
Thinking to myself
This is the end.
I felt your hands
Touching mine
And i realized
All is fine
YOU ARE READING
Words That Never Were
PoesíaPart three of my poems. In this part I've focused on people in my life that have passed away and the feelings involving them.
