StoriesA Poem by SophiaJust a small thing that explains my passion for storiesI read. The stories are endless. They make me smile, cry, laugh. They make me believe. They lead me in circles. And when I reach my point. Just underneath the point of no return. They bring me back. And i'm alive. And I forget. Even if it's just for an hour. I'm happy. © 2015 SophiaAuthor's Note
|
Stats |