Story Book


Soft paper textures

Caress my fingertips

As I carry pages

From one side to another

And letters assemble and pull

The strings of my heart

As words recede each other

For what seem like endlessly

Until the pages feel lighter

And I know it’s about to end.


Rough paper textures

Breathe on my flesh

As pages end and

New ones begin

In time I will soon forget

The chapters that once

Painted my thoughts all day

But I will always remember

The fading ink’s struggle

To bleed those final words.




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