Cold Stories

It was getting cold

And there were stories

That were never told

The stories that gave goosebumps

The stories that uncovered near garbage dumps

I need to go..

Unless you want me not to

So tell me what you have to...

I have come this far..

Like a missing shooting star

But this time they won't let me hide

They will banish me before I subside

It's true I want you

But it's also true I want to live

Stories that make one sad

Stories that wake you mad

Stories that do not rhyme

Stories that do not resonate with crime

But they killed against their will

They ended chapters without sitting still

They found books to eat

They found looks that beat them to surrender

I need to know..

What you feel for me

It's not me who will decide

But only for once I know

What's in your mind

Or you ain't even blind

Or you have subdued to one kind

That doesn't spare open mind

Perhaps this once you don't leave me alone

Perhaps this once you write me a song 

And sing it in your actual tone

These stories aren't for real

People make it up to cover surreal

Because in stories you can be someone

That doesn't exist

But the listener loves it and cannot resist

But to hear more of them

I have had enough

Loving virtually is tough

You keep feeling it's really happening

When it's you self reckoning 

About a child that followed into the dark

As there was a star that took her fingers

And lighted up the way with millions of  Sparkling delight that lingered all across the sky

Just distracting you from not asking why