We were writers
To save ourselves from disasters
We write to live
We write to succeed,
We are protagonists
But there were many antogists
But why did you chose me over them,
Maybe because I was your princess,
And you were my knight,
You saved me from drowning,
I loved you like there was no ending,
Once upon a time's?
Happily ever after's?
Are they even real?
N O.
Because once I open my eyes,
All of those scenes were just torn up.
Because in reality we are not princesses nor knights,
Because in reality we are not even together,
And; because reality we don't even know each other.
It was just fiction.
We write to conquer from reality,
We write to express feelings,
And; we write to hide ourselves from our true selves in reality, 'Cause if I rephrase all what I said,
It should be like this:
We are just writers,
To save ourselves from our problems in reality,
We write to live in a world full of fantasy,
We are nearly protagonists,
But there are many problems.
But why did you chose to live in fiction?
Maybe because you wanted to be with her?
And me? To be with you.
You inspired me by your words,
I love you even if your anonymous to me,
In reality you are not you,
Also in fiction, you're anonymous.
Yes.
Because once we close our book,
Our dreams, happily ever after's and once upon a times' are just nonsenses.
