Unfolding the pages,
Of ancient, torn
Notebooks
Holding, stories
Hidden and untold
Almost erased,
Totally faded
But there's once,
Every part of time
You do belong in a line
Scars of the past,
Is there in the dust
Of a blank rhyme
You might, would like
Sing at some point
YOU ARE READING
A Hopeful Romantic
PoesíaIt was never hopeless, when it is raw It's always hopeful, just so you saw On the forming pieces of something lost, words can fill the vow. As souls come along, ropes hang low. You and I, might be the reason for a while. In the day dream, can friend...
