Storyteller

by T.S

April 22, 2020

It was a Friday morning

people were happy all was well.

You sat there, interacting with your friends

I wanted to say hi yet

All I thought was nevermind

A word to the wise, life comes easy with a helping hand.

So tell me your fears and I'll make them disappear

I sat by the door, you've been expose through

can't pretend it will,

A smile on your face

lights up the room.

People feel better when they see it in your letter.

People have demons knowing those demons come from you,

Is it true.

So tell me the tale without my body turning pale

Blood in your breath, will you wonder who's next,I bet.

Did anyone see me looking at you

For a second, just a second my head lied too.

Chattering fill the space, bracing forward though it ache.

There was a time that I would have embrace that place.

706 then it click

I could have predict though I panicked.

The subject triggered kicks, lost through my years of my academics.

That's it.

I will admit

You can't commit

Because of this I realized my grit

There is no limit.

I will not submit, never was I unfit

You gave me no credit.

Yes I exist, I am no one's habbit.

Da di da du

I wrote a song for you

My time was overdue.

Was it not.

Days have past,

Jackpot.

There is no such thing as the Longshot

You go until it stops.

You take in the air

Until something comes that you fear

Through my tear goes the silverware.

Then I am nowhere,

The nightmare.

I am done.

I have outrun

the sun

No more the end

My friend.

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