Every single thing has a story.
It doesn't have to have much glory,
It can be short or long...
I know I am not wrong.
My pillow for instance, I have it for years.
It's full of anger, and sadness from my tears.
It supported my head when I was sleeping.
When I had an nightmare or a bad feeling.
Everything and every one has a story.
Even just a little bee like me.
YOU ARE READING
Weird is the New Normal
PoetryPoems I write when they just come up in my head. #33 in Poezie #124 in Deepthoughts #240 Deep #544 Poembook
