i leave these story's untitled for they can have no name that accurately shows how i feel for them.
how could i name something that does'nt even know what it means.
so these story's shall remain unnamed.
though unnamed they will not remain unfinished,
all story's must come to an end.
all poem must have a period.
though nothing lasts forever,
the words from people's lips
seem to carry on.
YOU ARE READING
The bodies in the graveyard of my mind.
PoetryHow do I tell the world the way I feel about you like I tell the moon?
