The Reading

You told me stories of your untold, Terribly touched and I was unfold. You made me realize something wrong, Poems don’t always rhyme like a same told song. You have stories that I don’t know, Incredibly splashed to said things no! Out of your styles are eyes of sadness, Tears are running on those innocent faces. Dresses and shirts are not that important, Take me in places of your stories grant. Things are not always about perfection, It’s about how to live life with satisfaction. Crashing my heart with your truthful stories, Life is an excursion and will continue its all through series. You taught me how my life should be, Teaching me to live satisfactorily is what it all has to be. One night I’ve thought something even right, Make things correctly and made it sonorously light. We only have few people around us, Make love of them and forget bad things as it was.