Off To The Books

And here I go again

Off to the books

Soon I'll be weeping on them

Wetting the very pages I hungrily eat through in October

I'll miss how the sun felt on my skin

Or the way my days weren't written out like a play

I'll miss the summer heat I so awfully dread this time in August

When I'm pale and shiverung in February 


It's funny how it all works

I can't just accept my now

I can't just love my present

I'm only ever waiting for the next best thing or some new grand feeling

To come rip my heart to pieces 


I'm off to the books

This poem is about: 
Our world


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