WHISPERED WINDS

we're all pure
in the beginning
of our stories,
and along the climax
we lose it to dirty
thieves and tears.
some of us lose purity
in the beginning
and end up in pieces
for years wondering if
we will ever recover the
missing parts.
few of us, will
try to forget and not tell
what they lost.
the stories can have
the ending we choose
but the writings on
the books will
be the game of truth
or a lie. we will let the
whispers on the wall do
the talking we could never say
out loud.

Charles Bukowski will forever be one of my favorite author/poet. His words in that picture. - Pamela x