Post by ☪Sydnie☪ on Sept 1, 2015 8:29:56 GMT -5
I am a lost soul,
but you can find me in the pages
filled with words written by a stranger,
who seems to understand me better than myself.
He holds my existence in his hand,
and seals my fate with the stroke of his pen.
My blood is the ink that fills his novels,
and my essence binds the pages.
My time is limited,
but my heartbeat is immortalized with every page turned,
and my death repeated at each conclusion.
I am lost,
but you can find traces of me threaded
within the words of another.
but you can find me in the pages
filled with words written by a stranger,
who seems to understand me better than myself.
He holds my existence in his hand,
and seals my fate with the stroke of his pen.
My blood is the ink that fills his novels,
and my essence binds the pages.
My time is limited,
but my heartbeat is immortalized with every page turned,
and my death repeated at each conclusion.
I am lost,
but you can find traces of me threaded
within the words of another.
