we were only ever
two young souls
looking for another person
to share their sorrows.
we liked each other
for our stories.
for our pains
and our pasts
and all the details
delicately woven in between.
we sang tales to each other,
spun old stories to make them new.
never thought about
anything else.
i ran out of stories,
and you out of patience.
YOU ARE READING
bits of life
Poetrya clutter of stories. updated as often as i can. 》started: 8-21-18《 rankings: #69 in poetry - 9-23-18 #35 in poems - 9-24-18 extra note: do NOT plagiarize any poems from this book! it is 100% my own work, and i put lots of time and effort into writ...
