So many untold stories about you
Waiting to be unleashed by a few words
Just by the tip of your tongue lies those stories
Tales my ear are bleeding to hear,
So the past could remain just the past
For the future to begin
But has this stories haunt you
Lies leave your tongue so frequently
Mixed with the truth
Living my soul helpless and confused.
How long will it take for the truth to be unleashed,
How long will the past
keep taunting and tormenting
your poor little soul.
YOU ARE READING
My writings
Poetrypoem, pose, poetry, I write what I feel And if you feel me that's cool too.🙂 . . . . The pictures aren't mine tho hahaha . . . . DO NOT COPY MY WORK
