A push
A pull
A whisper
A shot
A chance
Wasted, lost
Figured alone
Tears that ran down
Her face
Maybe it was best for her
Maybe it wasn't
No one knows
Already broken
She couldn't handle the final
Push down her path
As she attempted to escape
A savior found
Rescued
Alive
She trying to mend
And may always try
YOU ARE READING
Fading Whispers
PoetryA song is thoughts, thoughts are the heart. Well, here is my song, my thoughts, my heart.
