" once i was the book
full of colours spreading into the life
now i became the shades of black and grey
with no life"
" i was the book who casted the spell of
youth, now i became the trash that everyone leaves me
behind"

"i was once the book popular like the red roses
everyone wants, i became the flower that everyone dreads
leaving me with no life, the once opened pages turned into
unopened pages"

"wishing to be seen, wishing to feel the magic of touch
i dont know who gave me the curse of leaving me behind
but i hope someone casts a magic on me, so that i can
spread the colours of love once again"

"my journey of being lovable has been finished
now i just have to finish the journey of hate, so that
i could experience the next chapter of joy, The Dreams
of Fantasy."

© fiery