The Stories We Hold
The stories we hold
Are what make us bold
They may remain untold
Yet we broke from the mold
Yet here I sit
Taking my last sip
Only wanting more
Call me a whore
But my stories won’t bore
Because
The stories we hold
Are what make us bold
They may remain untold
Yet we broke from the mold
Memories of men
Only hold the most sin
But I carry them within
This can’t be my win
But
I can save myself
Carrying all of the wealth
It may be affecting my health
Walking with stealth
Because
The stories we hold
Are what make us bold
They may remain untold
Yet we broke from the mold
We are so strong
We write all the songs
We are what you long
For on these nights
I’m tired of the fight
Tired of making you feel right
Easier to just say goodnight
And await morning light
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I like the repetition here; each time I read the repeating stanza, the words dug deeper into my mind.
Ah! Thank you! Felt the same as I wrote it in fact