Books are lives written on a thin piece of paper.

You feel the way they feel

even though you cant even see them cry,

you just know

that their tears are overflowing and streaming out of their eyes

with words of magnificent writers,


they make you cry,

laugh,

and smile

though you only think how much you want to be that character,

that beautiful maiden in the fairytales

and you look at your life like it had no meaning.

yet we still read on,

its like a drug,

you cant stop,

you read the words that have been written,

written for all to be read,

written so you can have a happily ever after

or a once upon a time.

curse them

curse the great writers

they have made these wonders

these dreams

and hopes

for all to enjoy,

and we do,

we do enjoy,

and then we look back

at the happy things,

our fairytales,

our lives

that are yet to be written

on a thin,

white,

piece of paper


-Madison