You did not see me
although you stared
And in your heart
you were finding me,
a time spared to share.
What you think and
what you want, you knew
the essence of an old page and ink
is the soul of you.
Bringing up in heart
those moments to live
to cheer
Now, when it gets real
It is cruel than we thought,
we, me and you.
Well, then as I pass
You lose
You lose your sheer
hope and wonder
But at last
you shouldn't have given up
I'm the culprit
and I surrender.
-knightesS
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