I read a book today
the words spoke to me
from a dream
into reality
or vice versa
I don't know.
I read a book today
the words were so pure
some with love
into fantasy
or fondest desires
I don't know.
I read a book today
words cut like a knife
filled with hate
and with despair
or pure agony
I felt it.
The book spoke to me
the words were vivid
someone else's life
poured out in ink
and made me wonder
somewhere inside
I needed to know.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
I read a book today
the words spoke to me
from a dream
into reality
or vice versa
I don't know.
I read a book today
the words were so pure
some with love
into fantasy
or fondest desires
I don't know.
I read a book today
words cut like a knife
filled with hate
and with despair
or pure agony
I felt it.
The book spoke to me
the words were vivid
someone else's life
poured out in ink
and made me wonder
somewhere inside
I needed to know.
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