Emotions
Emotions run away with our minds
To take the form of stories
No need to see, no need to be
The stories tell it all
We find ourselves so far behind
The stories that we tell
Nothing left but stories
The teller tells it all
No one to hear, he rambles on
To ease his mind, the story goes
Of love gone by, and other woes
And those who listen, understand
But never hear the story told
Nothing left but stories
Copyright © Terry Noack | Year Posted 2013
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