Poetry

Imaginations.

A
image
She.

She was a flesh-and-blood and breathing ghost,
in a world of shadows and moonlight.
It was surreal.
It was unimaginable fear.
It was dreadful revenge.
It was betrayal without an end.
It was all imaginations.
It was she.

Toodles!
~A♥~

Published by A

"Her words were the best pen portrait she could ask for- laced with fire and passion, hiding secrets and overactive imagination, weighing her diary down with ink fashioned with emotions and expressions- they told her story like it was- curling edges because of overuse and memories as a bookmark, holding the place in time she visited over and over again."

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