The Story I will never tell
I wanna cry
So I wrote a book.
I wanna die
So I wrote a book.
I wanted what I wrote
I wrote what I loathed
You were everything I was told
Was too good to be true like pure gold
And as you picked up the pen of pain
whispering in my ear, in that july rain
"Let me help you write"
No, I dont want you to see my plight.
I thought.
I dont want my words to touch you
I dont want my stories to reach your soul
For you are my gold.
Something so pure I want near me
And never hear the stories
I never told.
~ F. K. 02:20
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The Fabled Flamingo
Short Story"It's not my words that you should fear, but my silence. My words speak straight to the core but my absence will leave you speechless." ― Nikki Rowe _________________ Sometimes, when it's brittle and cold outside and our insides are craving warmth...
