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
Copyright © Rachel D | Year Posted 2009
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