Just Words On a Page

They are not real
You know
And neither am I
We are just
Words on a page

Pretty words
That I weave
Into fairytales
And make believe
Words that I hear
Words that I see

Words from a old
Blues song
I'm not your blue
Sky anymore
Words I have read
I never was a real thing
Did you think me so?

I am a fake, a fraud
Nothing about me
Is real
Nothing I write
Is true

Well just a little truth
A small glimpse
Into the nothing
That I am

I made myself up
One day I 'm old
The next day I'm young
One day I'm sad
The next day I'm in love
None of it is real
Just fancies and fairytales

I am no body just
Make believe
No heart to break
No eyes to weep
No voice to speak
Just words
On a page