He's a famous writer.
Who's planning to publish a book.
I'm a writer too.
Who's inspired by how his work looks.

He wrote a love story,
and published it months after.
I wrote my dream,
it states that, I was with him-- forever.

He got more attention,
for, he got the looks and everything.
I finished my book,
it makes me so happy knowing--
That he might read this silly thing.

I bought his piece.
I read it a lot.
How I thought I would be in peace,
when I know I'm actually not.

His, got a wonderful love story
while I got a lame one.
His leading character was with him in real life,
but my prince was with someone-- whom he truly loves.

Their love story is fabulous.
But, I didn't published my book.
My story was a trash.
For, that love story of us is better to be kept or much better to be burnt in ash.

We're not going to have a happy ending.
No happily ever after or happy times.
My prince will never be with me.
That was just-- A dream of mine.
© Theo