loves stories

broken hearts make for perfect stories.
but what happens when those stories grow old?
who will be there to listen, to those stories nobody cares to tell?
What will become, of those who cant retell, those that cannot listen?
There are many lost stories of life,
but few are remembered.
How would you feel if those which you loved, died with their stories?
What becomes of you?
your stories become feeble.
and those feeble, become those weak.
I would give a day, to change my stories,
ones who cannot listen, and the ones who nobody cares to listen.
but then what would i be?
a lost soul.