He couldn't forget his past.
She couldn't stop thinking about their future.
The variation in the moment they resided in
caused their present tormenting torture.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Ends
PoetrySometimes it's not about the end. It's just about the story. A collection of four liners that I wrote which didn't have the oh-so-perfect endings. Well because life doesn't offer each and everyone the fairytale endings they grew up listening to.
