When you're rude
You lose
When your happy
You gain
As the light fades
As the dark sets in
You begin to feel a call
Trying to capture you
But realize, oh please
You weren't meant for pain
But greatness
First let us in
Then let us help
Then you will no longer hurt
But you will feel welcome
For isn't it better to feel
Then not to?
YOU ARE READING
Fading Whispers
PoetryA song is thoughts, thoughts are the heart. Well, here is my song, my thoughts, my heart.
