0 LIKES LikeUnLike
CallingI hear you insistent whispersWhile I take my evening strollI turn to see nothing their Quiet scared I feel you presencePulling my existence towards yourselfI know who you areThe wind who whispers my name Asks me to become like youI try to runFaster and faster You keep you paceKnowing I will stopI give in I feel myself fadingBecoming thin DisappearingWondering whyMy fate is so twistedyea i am 13 and i need feed back i want to know if i should get it published with the rest of my poetry... thanks a bunch : D
Tags:
Report (0) (0) | earlier
Latest activity: earlier. This question has 11 answers.