The Girl Lost in Thought

Empty book filled with life, Memories came out alive; The ink begins to hum a tune Beneath the paper’s crescent moon. ​Ten thousand stars across the sky, One shined so bright it never lied. You walked a mile to see the sun, Where every chapter had begun. Peace and quiet is what it seems, Until the chorus joins your dream; Where every petal starts to bloom, Wisteria fills an empty room. He holds the pen and waits for you, To write the scene and see it through. He sings a ballad, soft and sweet, To make your story feel complete; ​But while he stands beneath the light, You’re caught between the black and white. The curtain waits, the ink is dry, Will you say hello, or just goodbye? ---MoonBloom