Light erupting around this pandemonium.
Leaving but not one soul.
Though, may they be reborn in another time; life re-evaluates.
Now we're here- spinning, into a spiral of emotions and words.
All of it, all of it is out of control.
Whenever we were kids, we had flashbacks to these epiphanies.
So may the amiss penalty be paid, and may our souls be laid.
YOU ARE READING
~Poem Book~
PoetryLike a Diary, This Book will be, Through my head blows a breeze, it makes the leaves freeze, Orange leaves falling down, This is my story, and I won't let it drown.
