17.9.14

From Me, To You


This is a letter from me, to you.
Something I thought I would never do, 
Suddenly has been becoming true.
I'm watching and directing my own fantasy world,
I never know the touch- the feeling of my fictional friends.
But in the end, my imagination is only a thought
that is scribbled down on paper with a pen.






6 comments:

  1. SO lovely :) You are so talented, I am definitely not very good at writing poems!
    I admire those who are so good with writing poems! :)
    Have a wonderful week, and God bless!
    -Lauren

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  2. Oh my word! Can you believe that I had no idea that you started another blog until just the other day!? I feel like a terrible friend. Anyway, you're a dear, Rachel, and I adore all of your poetry. I especially loved the line "But in the end, my imagination is only a thought, that is scribbled down on paper with a pen." I really hope you keep up writing, I can't wait to read more! :)

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  3. That is absolutely beautiful!
    You're an amazing writer, Rachel!

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  4. Oh my god, this is beautiful! You're a wonderful writer :)

    arushee // unadorned gifts

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