Boy from the pages

I've read a lot of books.

I hide in the pages.

I'm not great at talking,

So I write a lot of poetry.

I'm enchanted in a story.

I'm only a princess when I go

To

Sleep.

I thought guys like you were a fairytale.

Made of for little girls.

Little girls grow up, and lose the magic of poetry love.

You chased after me, into the cave of my heart, lit a candle, and asked what I wanted for dinner.

How lucky I am to find a boy from the pages.

I'll show you my writing.

It's a piece of my love.

It's not real, but it's nice.

When I talk to you it's all alright.

And you like my secrets that I write.

Your magic when you're not on paper,

You're

Mine.

you chased after me into the darkest cave in my heart, lit a candle, and asked what I wanted for dinner.

How lucky I am to find a boy from the pages.

Thanks for being my muse.

I want you to stay here.

Be my motivation.

I see stories in your brown eyes.

I hear melodies in your smile.

You're unreal, your my night in shining

Armour.

OH, OH!

How could you be so?

You ripped out the pages, and knocked on my door.

OH.

OH.

Where did you come from? Am I now a princess if

your royal?

you chased after me into the darkest cave in my heart, lit a candle, and asked what I wanted for dinner.

How lucky I am to find a boy from the pages.