Listen to the echoes of my heart
I don't know where I'll start
We must end up somehow
Our time is now
We may not know where we'll end up
Time is on our side
We feel uncertainty inside
We know it will not last
The purpose of our existence
This is not the time for resistance
We hold the key in our hands
We must count down
3,2,1
And we will reach the reason for life
YOU ARE READING
Yours Truly: A Book Of Poetry
PoetryEach part is a different poem. These are mostly sad gothic poems I wrote. I hope you like them.