The worlds I create
Why can't they be real
I want so badly
To see and to feel
Crashing ocean waves
Against my tail
Or a dragon's warmth
From their every scale
Far away kingdoms
Where I reign queen
Mystical powers
Shadows that aren't seen
Creatures in the dark
That actually protect
So much stories
And objects to collect
These worlds are my life
I live so many of them
Past, present and future
My characters and their mayhem
Why can they not be real?
Why must it stay fantasy?
Why can't I just visit?
I plea to be set free
Alas stories are stories
They're worlds but not our own
Stories are there to help us feel
Like we are not alone
YOU ARE READING
Peaches
PoésieBook Four has arrived! Though I doubt many people will be just dying to read more XD Still here it is, hope you like it! P.S. I'm taking a creative writing class with a large poetry unit so a lot of strange new things for me! Have fun reading my att...
