Every page was taking me through their lives,
I once was a character that was a deity,
and the demon in the next line.
Every name that was written connected with my soul,
I wasn’t the human who was flipping through the book.
Whimpered when the lover was in a struggle to save his suitor,
I was living every word and even the unseen expression.
Lost in the tale, numb and still, the last word wasn’t uttered
but a sign of sorrow, I didn’t yearn for something
more than the book to never end.
I made it my life, I was in love for the first time,
he was coming closer to me, and the last sentence was,
“the prince left, leaving her in utmost sadness.”