21 June 2012
I crave for those unknown pages. Those new, beige like sheets. The spine that isn't yet broken, And a story whose heart still beats.
I'll clutch you to my chest, And hold you delicately too. Then once I have the time, I'll read and be enthralled in a few.
I'll lightly open your covers, Ensuring not to break your spine. Your pages I'll read lovingly, Knowing the stories all mine.
Excitement to the brim, Not knowing what comes next, Hope, despair, and happiness, Shown in just this text.
Then comes the end, The pages now slightly worn. But sadness fills my heart, This friend I will mourn. ©Odd
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