Terribly Tiny Tales

The Perfect Sunday

We read books in the afternoon

A lazy afternoon

Spent in each other’s company

With no words necessary

TTT Submission

She loved him but knew it won’t work. He loved her and prayed she’d stay.

Epic love can’t last forever, she said. His reply, “memories are photoshopped.”

TTT Submission

He was poor. So he played sting to serenade her.

25 years later sting performed at their anniversary.

Consequence

A nameless faceless girl

Sheltered him in the night

And yet the other woman recieved

Yellow roses for this light

She watched in silent sorrow

And waited for tomorrow

When the couple wed in front of an audience

And she became the woman of no consequence

Perfect

It isn’t that you’re perfect

It isn’t that we are perfect

It is that you make my world perfect