Maybe you are lost
In a world of fear
Of rushing adrenaline
Footsteps walking towards you
You started running
Light that candle
Head down the hall
Don't panic
I'll be there
Let your fear come to me
I'll calm it down
YOU ARE READING
Purple Hyacinth
Poetry[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
