Our Story Poem by Rainand Windy

Upon an old tale
We stood, then stare
At a blank page
With no word to spell

The flow replayed
On our very head
How things started
How the story went

Yet we have no ink
To write the story
We dare not to end
The white page we've long stared

And that's how ‘Us' go
Silent still, keep thinking
As the chance near
We step back, we fear

We don't even deserve
A very bad ending
‘Cause we never had
A proper greeting