I tried to take you,
rescue you from the pit of hell.
I've done things,
even though my life is at stake.
The only thing you'd do is to follow my voice.
To follow my lead, my steps.
We were so near,
I could have rescued you.
Yet with just her mere voice,
you turned around,
and again I was left,
but this time, I've decided,
there's no turning back.
YOU ARE READING
Cries at Midnight
Poetry[Highest Rank: #2 in Poems, #1 in Lyric] Collection of Poetries and Prose. I wonder why most people write when they were sad, broken, frustrated, mad, and not when they were at their happiest moment. Then I realized, maybe it's because whenever w...
