The bells are ringing
She looks up
The bells are ringing
She looks down
The bells are ringing
She follows the sound
The bells are ringing
She sees the joy
The bells are ringing
She turns
The bells are ringing
She walks away
The bells are ringing
She stands in the fields
The bells are ringing
She is lost in memory
A boy and a girl
Two pieces of a coin
A boy and a girl
Whispering secrets
A boy and a girl
All grown up
A man and a woman
Ripped apart
The bells are ringing
She is back
The bells are ringing
He is not
The bells are ringing
They took him
The bells are ringing
Her best boy
The bells are ringing
YOU ARE READING
The story of me
PoesiaThey might not make sense, but they are all parts of what is the story of me.
