white blank sheet of papers became my solace
for everything I couldn't face
the pen became my sword
when everything feels so cold
what I write are the other me
who I deeply wish I could be
a princess who fell in love with a knight
a damsel in distress who learned to fight
and a maiden that made that bad boy's world come into light
what I write are the adventures inside my mind
that are nothing but one of a kind
travelling in search of Hades in Greece
and look for the golden fleece
marrying the king of thieves
and dancing with the fairies along the maple leaves
what I write are the different worlds I've gone
that I would love to live and to have fun
a world full of deities and magic
a dying world filled with tragic
and a world so beautiful I would like to mimic
what I write are the words I long to say
but will never make its way
the I love you's I secretly whisper
I could only write it in a paper
what I write are my feelings kept hidden
because the world wont listen
so I decided to make it into a letter
and there it shall remain forever
- Author: missSHUN (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 2nd, 2018 04:35
- Comment from author about the poem: I write because of my heart. I write because the world wont listen to my heart.
- Category: Unclassified
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