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
Words She Kept Under My Pillow
PoetryI looked at the butterflies surrounding my body They floated in air and smiled and decorated my skin with their wings They took flight with me in their arms I know its too unrealistic to be true They feared that fire might englobe me whole and ta...
