She's immersed herself in the chapters
Of an old paperback.
Turning the pages one by one
The covers, barely intact.
She's falling deep into the chasm
Filled with words of life and death.
Some that makes her strong and stable
Like all the promises she has kept.
She doesn't care what the time
Or day that she is in.
The only thing that matters now is
From the pages within.
YOU ARE READING
Polaroids Lost in Time
PoesiaOriginal poems, short stories and lost polaroids. Some sad and others bittersweet.
