Turning the pages
Same old story
Flash backs while escaping
From the sweet cages
Warm yellow smiles
Pale blue skies
Polaroids, shiny eyes
Laughters but
Same old cries
It felt so wrong
But meant to be right
Thought you've memorized
All the bright signs
All the white lines
But you've already
Missed
The words underlined
The same story of yours
Those old words
That you've once told
The girl
That looked like you
The whole book
Written by you
Missed the mystery
Missed the twister me
Forgot the old elf
Ignoring my own self
Finding out the signs
Erasing the lines
There are no pages, no cages
There are no memories, no faces
And never a book like that
Existed
And the words in my mind
Now they're all twisted
YOU ARE READING
Withering Dreams
Poesía"But who's the tangled one in the bubble? " -Not just me, we're all confined by the walls we build ourselves. And those who suddenly find their elves in another world... maybe an unknown world Everybody who they feel something vague And every elf...
