Not all stories are written on paper,
Not all stories are displayed on screens.
Because often the ones that are printed never really happened,
And the ones displayed are just 'what might have been.
Not all the stories start at the cafe,
Not all end with death's knock on their door.
Some begin in the dark alleyways and while getting stood up on a date,
Some end with them crying on bathroom floors.
YOU ARE READING
Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories
Poetrymidnight silk flows from her head and a stormy sea lies in her eyes magic flows every time she speaks a crimson silence dancing across her lips
