Can you imagine?
Those people on the train,
getting out one stop before you,
who are awaiting an amazing day,
yet you won't see it
Your neighbors in their home,
a house they made their own,
a place they love to return to,
and you are a part of it
That man you walked past,
the tear he shed,
a sadness you don't know about,
and a story you've never heard
yet, each of their lives
as vivid as your own
YOU ARE READING
What I've Never Told You ✔
Poetry❝why is it that when the story ends we begin to feel all of it?❞ ➢ a collection of poetry ∙ ∙ ∙ I stopped writing. There was no real reason for it, but for some reason, I just did. No words on paper anymore, no way to let my thoughts out. I kept eve...
