True words but never spoken
Until the story of the memory was written down on paper
And became the life of a dream
But yet the feelings that are held have never been spoken to the person who the feelings are for
But in hopes that they won't stay just as stories but become the true words that are finally being spoken
YOU ARE READING
Underneath the Umbrella
PoetryUnderneath the umbrella safe from the rain that falls To protect me from getting wet I can see why it is used as a shield of protection I hold like it is the rod of iron And I carry it like it is a shield of armor Where no matter the weapons or...
