A cemetery filled with tombstones everywhere
Even though their lives never existed
And she wrote their lives to be a never-ending tragedy
And maybe it would've changed if they coexisted
They went on so many adventures in her mind
Even if it was just to escape reality
And she then began to lose track of time
Lost in her own mentality
She erased their stories as she got older
But never against her they rioted
And no one could ever scold her
Because they had been quieted
But she still grieved when she thought about them
And she cried over their non-existent tombs
And she wondered what they could have become
If she let them live for infinite moons
If you look closely into the late night
You can see a girl holding a rose of fiction
And if you look deeper, you can see she might
Put it on a grave with no inscription
this was my 35th poem, written on 10/26/23. I don't like how this one turned out; it was supposed to be abt daydreams being lost, but the girl just seems like a manipulator idk
