Books
By: Naomi S
Thoughts-
They swirl and dance in my mind-
They don’t really care.
I hear quiet mumbles
They’re like and itchy scratch that never leaves
From the world of reality.
Whenever I’m holding the words- I feel like royalty
There’s a whole pile of words-
Right in front of me
Yet- completely out of reach
They have excitement and mystery
When I have my words, forget about history
I want to swim in the pages
Sing when something good happens
It makes me feel like if I take my eyes of the pages it’ll kill me.
The beauty inside every tiny letter is brighter than the sun,
But there’s something heavy keeping me away
From what I desire most.
Being told to put it down,
Or just do it later
Now I’m just thinking traitor-
The pile of paper so
Helps when Im bored
They ask, what’s the point?
I say, there’s no point.
You just have to pick a good one.