I am ready to make a story

and hold it to my memory

For as long as I remember

It's started on cold December

Holding a grip to my pen

Imagining how it happen

Trying to figure what is next

In our story without a context

Empty pages are witness

to every trials and test

In our ongoing love story

without ending to worry

Then suddenly I woke up

And hit by reality on top

I am your creative writer

and your just my book character