I'm a character from a story That somebody made up But, reader, don't feel sorry for me I like it well enough
My skin is made of fine white paper Black ink flows as my blood My gown is made of dark blue leather My spine is made of wood
All the stories of my adventures Are written on my face The victories and scars I've endured Are easily erased
My house is in a bookshelf corner Beside some fairy tales Whose heroes I'll admire forever Next to them, I am pale
Storychild43 · Thu Apr 24, 2008 @ 04:54am · 0 Comments |