Monday, February 3, 2014

Poem final

Book
I am a book
Showing my story to many,
I have different varieties
Up on the shelf
Living life amongst the others
Competing for that one spot
To hear me.
Hearing my story,
Helping you escape the reality
of the life that you have once lived
Wishing it was not a fantasy
To good to be true
Teaching you lessons,
I have learned from my past
I feel so wise
But then I realise that's my prize.
Not wanting to damage my cover,
I stay on the shelf
Quite and peaceful.
I stay by myself
Until you learn my story,
There will be a side of me that will stay quite.
Books are unique
They are one of a kind

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