I wish some stories didn't have to end
But sadly everything comes to an end
Whenever you want it or not
Some weren't meant to last forever.
Certain ones dragged on
Making you wonder why didn't end
Sooner with the way things were
Others ones you wished kept going
With new words and chapters
Painting the pages
Even ones that abruptly stop
With no more words written
Wondering where it's supposed or go
Or if that is the end itself.
Each of us have our own written story
That we write everyday
Even when we are sleeping
We imagine stories that can be easily erased.
Some stories haven't ended yet
Ones where you are still hoping
Where someone will come back
Or something major will happen to continue on.
Some people don't want to be in your story
And vice versa
While others try to take away your story
Erasing whatever words you put with their own.
Don't let anyone take your story
Your story is what defines you
Sometimes may not be what you want
But as long as you keep on living
Story goes on
And words can still be written
With things still changing.