Storyteller

You stopped by one time to read your pages To me out loud. That time, I understood the kind of Story you want, and I saw you write on The floor. Then raindrop passed the stormy Seas, the scarlet sky, and Diamond dust. Your moonlit night, the final act was Marked down with a flower in Hand. Write down your worries, burdens you carry. And now, You're struggling in comforting your heart, And you're not ready to come face your feelings. Too much, the clock's still waiting for the Sun to rise. Things spiral downwards, and the lines you Recite were going backwards with every Memory. Got caught in fire. Do you expect me to believe That you're okay? It's just a breeze. No hurricane, no tears were spent. Your moonlit night, the final act Was marked down with a pen in your Hand. Write down your worries, burdens you carry. And now, You're struggling in comforting your heart, And you're not ready to come face your feelings. Too much, the clock's still waiting for you To go step by step slowly, get back to Your feet. Take every second. No need to hurry. Let down your worries, burdens you carry. And now, The last page says you're gonna write again.