reading you
Saturday, March 2, 2013
If only you
were a book
So I'd be able
to read you
But the
preface would be longer
Than the story
itself
I'd flip through your pages day and night
Until the edges are worn and torn
Until I've memorized every word
So that I’d be able to know
Exactly what page you’re on
When you speak
Maybe then I’ll be able to understand…
Why you don’t like to share your thoughts
Because a book can’t open on its own
Until someone picks it up
Labels: foryou, love, poem, poetry
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