there's a life on this slightly crinkled paper,
a power beyond your wildest belief.
a magic brought to life through printed letters,
an existence far greater than you or me.
people come to life because of a pencil,
emotions are wrought because of a single word.
you're looking at true magic right now,
so is imagination really so foolishly absurd?
there's a beauty on this slightly smeared paper,
a love stronger than you could ever see.
a world come to life through careful splotches of ink.
a reason to survive because of a simple dream.
lives are saved because of a woven tale,
hate conquered through the scribblings of a pen.
you're beholding true magic right now,
so is dreaming really such a foolhardy sin?
YOU ARE READING
Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️
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