Life on Books
Sweet smell of new pages,
Like drugs to my nose,
The books I held dearly,
Is what my life holds.
The stories written on pages,
Cast me away,
Away from here,
That I shall never return.
The spine of the books,
Which I care so much,
To not crack and to not destroy,
For it is worth a look.
I am a girl with dark hair,
Glasses on with no time to spare,
For books are meant to be read,
That I will never regret.
(2015)
