Book worm

I heard 

them said

book smart.

 

I'm sorry but did 

I knead you to

real eyes it is 

Just a facade

 

their is no Substance 

to me so I

fill it with stories unknown

to I

to you

 

was it error? on

my behalf; where 

has that time gone?

to write my own story 

mine own tale

 

crush me in half

snap me with paper

Id love nothing more.

to be written with 

 

my very own

ink