Trapped between the pages
Lost inbetween the ink
Forgotten amidst the spines of books
We are slipping off the brink.
The tragic love story,
Two lovers forever spurned.
Yet a moment easily forgotten
When all of the books were burned.
Our story has been told over again
With different voices and different faces
It was really all the same thing
But each of them had different graces.
Our pages gather dust
Our spine is falling away
If we are lucky, after we have faded
We will be rewritten one day.
YOU ARE READING
Raindrops on the Window
PoesiaRomantic and a bit depressing poetry that I wrote about my... experiences :P Enjoy, comment, vote
