Stolen

The pen started in my hand Writing forever Never wanting to end The pages flying by Wondering what will happen next In a blink of an eye Scribbles made here and there Ink spilled Everywhere Creases were being made By the reader Up in the corner of the page Someone else was taking over With a cold heart And never sober All of the rights were handed to him As I watched my words Fade within Beneath the pages I knew what I wrote I fought the tears And sold my soul