we snuck between pages
and black-and-white lines,
the places we hid in,
nobody could find.
we wrote our own stories
on library shelves,
crossed out some characters,
drew in ourselves.
we lived in eternity,
or so we thought.
we kissed over Shakespeare –
and then got caught.
YOU ARE READING
paper dolls
Romantikan anthology of poetry and prose on love - and loss - and those dashes in between.
