Saturday, January 03, 2015

Stories - Escapist

For a moment there
She had almost believed
That she could live out the story
Instead of merely reading it

She smiled, shook her head,
Told herself to stop being silly
And picked up her book, her loyal friend
Losing herself in its stories once again

But if you saw the book later
You'd have found its pages stained
With wistful drops that silently betray
The hopelessly hopeful who still believe in Someday

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