Black Pages

A person once asked me, 

'What's your story?'

I pondered for moments then I told her,

"My story is untold,

The ink I spend is upon black pages,

For then only I know the story before the pen,

Why you ask? Does is add mystery, maybe? Am I hiding the life I was given?

No....

I write upon these pages so the expectations for me are unknown,

And so the past I have suffered would not interfere with the future I'm given".

Confusion riddled her face,

"But you have told me nothing" 

I smiled at her and raised my eyebrows,

"Exactly, I would exist as an entity and through the voices of others,

 A ghost by metaphor and a shade in shadow"

She sighed and asked me,

"Will I ever know of your life?"

A took her hands and I told her,

"Well my sweet that's the beauty of it

You have a lifetime to try" 

Reviews

[Lover Of Words]

wow this is so good!!

[Forgotten]

Haha thank you! I just wish I could have made it longer

[Lover Of Words]

still amazing

[Forgotten]

Haha thank you :)

[Lover Of Words]

your welcome hon :)