Words

I can not find the words describe
Some the stories I imbibe.
The meaning I assume imply
They were my doing - not a lie.
Other tasks have long been told.
Words of fiction typed in bold.
Padded, to be dipped in gold.
Not to me have they been sold.
Times not forced to be recapped
Yet in mind, living trapped.
Memories which have been mapped
The truest ones, selfishly kept.