You are not just
an object to me
You are my scapegoat,
my ethereal universe
In-depth of you
I can be myself
I can be a fairy
a teenager again
I can have power
You are not an object
but a time machine
parallel universes
I am the most loved villain
Or the main character
A book,
You are my most fancied
YOU ARE READING
among all other little days
PoetryThere are these feelings we fail to acknowledge. Let's talk about it now, shall we?
