I'll make History;
someone will stand on a stage and tell my story.
How I was born and raised and rose to glory.
Didn't know at the time but I was meant to move mountains.
And yes It was kind of scary, but I had to tell my story.
Cause soon ill be gone, be nothing but a picture or voice in a song.
And they all will say that I miss you now that your gone.
I might have to kiss you
In order to fix you
Your faults and your ways
Your moves and your groves
The time has come to be one
one with he who lives
underneath the rising sun.
never have to run ready for some fun.
But today's not my day.
So let someone else tell the story.
YOU ARE READING
WTF!! Stories you'll hate to love.
Short StoryYou are stepping into a world I'm not so sure your ready for. Reading with an open mind, and be ready to be absolutely blown away. Each step you take deeper into void, will eventually corrupt you. Be brave for within the darkness you may find light.
