Some Stories are meant to be whispered in ear
Some Stories are meant to be told under the covers where no one else can hear
Some Stories are meant to be said in the brightness of the day
Some Stories are meant to be laughed in meadows as the view blows us away
Some Stories aren't meant for the faint of heart
They claw at us and tear us apart
Some Stories are meant to be told in the dark
The spider's sillowy silk turns into a work of art
Some Stories aren't ours to tell
And most Stories, my dear reader, end us up at the bottom of a treacle well :)
Huzzah for you if you got that Alice in Wonderland reference! :D
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Tea for Teardrops
PoetryMadness is where the teardrops are. And tea is where the madness is.
