Once upon a time
I stole your breath
Now you're suffocating
And I'm nothing more than a faded memory
A face in an old photograph
A girl without a name
I'm the reason you're going insane
You took my heart
I murdered yours
Because you said those three words
You called me a Princess
But this is no fairytale
None of this is real
Bound within the pages of a book
There are no pages left to be read
And so this is the end
YOU ARE READING
Black Box
PoetryInside you will find a collection of poems that I hope will help you find some sense of peace. If you like what you read and want more you can follow my Tumblr @pale-rosewritings
