Paper World

Everything that's real passes me by Cause I live on a sheet of paper I could leave it anytime I want Convincing myself there's always later Writing about lives I've never lived Scares me how I act beyond my age As I'm fading into the background Becoming a character on a page In a fibrous bed Is where I lay my head The ink stains my clothes Watch as I, decompose I'm too young to think this way I should live and feel everyday Always goes back to the pen with me Real life doesn't phase me and honestly At times I prefer my paper world Falling in love with artificial girls Words can't break your heart, their with you from the start Ink flows in my veins, to me it's just a game I'm too young to think this way Am I far too gone to be saved? Just one marvelous frame in this world My beauty is like the autumn leaves Pretty to see, don't you know I'm dead? Enshrouded by a blanket of make belief Instead of trains I played with pencils Literature in my box of toys At 6 I held my books in wonder Desire to intrigue, though I'm just a boy I tire of real things Pen holds my puppet strings I have had enough Poetry is my love I'm too young to think this way I should live and feel everyday Always goes back to the pen with me It's where I go to breathe and honestly At times I prefer my paper world Falling in love with artificial girls Words can't break your heart, their with you from the start Ink flows in my veins, to me it's just a game I'm too young to think this way Am I far too gone to be saved? With enormous zeal I burn oil by the desk Drifting, fading, I Become a child less and less It's how I escape This cold and earthly shell Is it really me You're talking to, can you tell? Would you remember me like a good book? At times I wish you would See me as a work of art, a wondrous look I really don't think you could Instead of a box beneath the ground I'm a mere mortal striving to astound Put me on a shelf and put me in your head Bits and pieces of me to look at when I'm dead Would you remember me like a good book? At times I wish you would... Entered into the contest "How Poetry Has become You" Hosted by Michael J. Falotico