He used to tell me stories
Of his past.
The furrow in his brow and
Change in his tone
Felt sorrowful.
The more stories he told,
I knew
That I was not the future
He had wanted to tell them to.
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Polaroids Lost in Time
PoetryOriginal poems, short stories and lost polaroids. Some sad and others bittersweet.
The Storyteller
He used to tell me stories
Of his past.
The furrow in his brow and
Change in his tone
Felt sorrowful.
The more stories he told,
I knew
That I was not the future
He had wanted to tell them to.
