Yes I maybe a writer
But I am not the type to let anyone look at the characters i build for time
Dancing with the night sky, the moon smiling at them so in love
They danced, they fought, they laughed, they cried and fell apart The enemies hating each other and then suddenly falling in love
They never really cared about the outer world like we did
They were not meant for the reality that we created
They fought with dragons and witches saving lives
The dragons and witches, they too have lives don't they?
They weren't real but a fragment of their imagination Like we are for them
We writers create, destroy and heal them all over again I know we are guilty for making them suffer
We left pieces of us in them
Making us feel the same way they did
I loved how they knew they weren't just a fragment of my imagination
But the whole dame story
YOU ARE READING
Dead Souls She Ones Loved
PoetryThe sky tuned red. The sun sinking deeper into the core of the ocean. The black curling in while the yellow disappeared behind the massive blue. She felt numb, feeling herself deep under water. The dying sun's final rays falling on her reached out h...
