Stories are more
Then words on paper
Ink and wood
Loose words in the air
They are symbols
Carry lessons
Make us love
Make us hate
But they are not magic
Until you realize
That they are more
Than just words
YOU ARE READING
selfwritten
PuisiJust some poetry i made whenever i get bored or inspired. It usually doesn't rhyme,is usually sad and kinda depressing, but it makes sense to me. tell me what you think. :)
