I can stare out the window
play a sad song
and imagine the world
is still following along
but my book had its last chapter
a fairytale end
that surprise! didn’t last
to the end of all ends
although my story
kept creeping along
no book came to follow
to hear my sad song
I’m not the main character
or a side or a thought
just a girl without
life or maybe
just not enough
but boy could I tell you
what a run my show had
a box office movie
with thrills and chills and the like
with the right kind of
magic and flight
and adventuring all night
man do I miss
being the girl with the time
now I’m just nothing at all
a ghost with some memories
and naught but a rhyme
About the Creator
ASHER
Writer, poet, dreamer, all around mess.
This is for you, the fellow humans who call themselves baggage & broken edges, and for those who dare to love them.
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