Thoughts in your head like bubbles being
                                       blown from the lips of creative minds
                                Coming out as words on paper so perfectly lined
                                    The pencil glides along like an ice skater
                                              twirling on a frozen lake
                               Monsters sleeping inside you are finally awake
                                The words are their playground; sentences
                                                    their homes
                            The pages give them a whole new world to roam
                            Like puppets on strings, you control what they do
                             Each character developed, is a single part of you
                                 No boundaries, no rules, just a blank sheet
                          Crossing the line where imagination and reality meet
                                      Like a seed planted in the ground
                               The story grows bigger, knowing no bounds
                                  All different emotions seep in its roots
                                     Mixing together to bloom into fruit
                                 Like all good things must come to an end
                                 Nobody will forget the message you send