One light goes out in the lit room,
even thought there are still others surrounding me, I still miss that light,
its glow was unlike the others, it was crimson, gold, white, and purple,
the colors blended together strangely making it stand out among the others,
The warmth and soft spirit was like a sister to me, nurturing and kind,
When thunderstorms came it would never go out... why did it have to die?
"Every light that is lit will soon go out,"
-dedicated to my dear friend... who out of respect will remain anonymous.
...born into a storm of people...escaping from the world...
Thanx very much ^^ and yes it is, as it should be. I was very upset when I wrote it and ment every word :) thank you so much for your kind words and vote ^^
