There was a voice slowly calling me
A familiar one, and one that makes you weep
But why does that voice make me falter?
Is it because of the way it calls my name like a baby cries for shelter?
Or is it because it was a childish voice that was 10 years ago?
The one person who changed because her childhood goed?
That person was you.
Yes, you.
That voice is your innocence
Wondering when did you give up so easily because of an incident?
An incident where the person you loved the most suddenly vanished
And who is that person whom death banished?
Maybe that person's name was your childhood.
Long ago, it was gone just where you left it, your dreams my dear child.
YOU ARE READING
Him.
Poetry"You were like a book I'd pick in a library But the question is, Will you reveal every word in every pages that I read?" -Aegyo
