I became the blank page
And you became my canvas
And now my art piece which was the drawing of the moon and the rose of me
But now it was my own artistic fantasy where the story was the name and the words were
his last name and then the plot was his middle name and then the ending was his second name
but after putting all of the details he became another character of memory.
YOU ARE READING
The me to you, The me to her, The me to him, The me of you and me, in our dreams
PoesíaMy love letters of poetry to you Was the last memory that became the start of the dream And the only voice that becomes reality is the one I write in my stories from my dreams of you.
