Breathing life into a story
Telling a why the movements sing whilst being mute
Throwing there soles to physically tell a tailWords sung,
Words blocking out the waltz’
Stores stopping the for the Cordes
The masters being hidden in the darkWhispers through time
For time to change
Storys for generations
Generations will changeWritten down in past times
Placing memories in a line
Actions marked for the story formLooking at a screen so far away
This is someone else dream
Lines of lines in someone else mind
Storys to be seen throw all eyes
Forcing you to see what someone else seesOn and on it drags its self out
for many attempts to end, all unsuccessful
The conclusion always just a breath in the story,
for it will continue soon sooner or laterJibberish leading the way around
nonsensical and improper proper jumping around
Like youth is a story and Alice is toLines of thoughts never to be shared, longing to be shared
Secret plans to tell someone
Laking the victim for the story to be told.Short and quick, short and quick
For the lover's words, you pick
Listening to the warning toll’
The stories end may be sooner than knownFor the end my dear I keep thee in mind,
Love, this is, this may not be a story, but for you my dear it is a tail of truth.
And as stated before, this should not be the end,
but a start a new
YOU ARE READING
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