Turn the pages..

The books and stories she read from within
Have developed a mark on her skin..
The characters are the people she know in disguise
All of the plot roam around her eyes..

The kind of girl the epics were about
She could hear the voices that wanted to shout..
She read everything, typed, handwritten or on ink
I wonder, would she float with the feelings or would she sink

If you will look at her eyes,
They are deeper than the well
She lives on her own, or belonged to someone
Well, That you cant ever tell..💞