Oh what lovely chunks of trees you are,
How your pages fill me up
With characters and adventures
Splashing colors and vivid pictures in my mind.
The world gets farther away
As I read these perfectly woven words
And dive into a world
Conducted by the author
But performed by me
Your Perfect scripture caresses my heart,
I hang onto every letter like a lifeline
Then the words cut my heart.
Making me bleed,
Numbing my body,
Leaving me with the last bittersweet sentences
That will stay with me forever.
The moral of the poem is
A book is a dream you hold in your hands,
Let your imagination run wild
And chase your dreams
So that one day you can look back
And smile at the book you've written