𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐦

The bookworm sits by an open window,

Letting in the smell of the rain.

A warm drink in one hand, a thick book in the other,

As she reads it once again

She's fallen in love with the character,

Hates the fictional enemy.

She now lives in this world,

Even with all its tragedy

If you look closer, you'll see her lips form a small smile

Something good's happening, no doubt.

But then the smile fades,

She looks like she wants to shout.

The bookworm leans in closer,

Don't dare interrupt.

Tap on her shoulder,

You may lose her trust.

Grinning ear to ear

Looking like you're about to cry

All these emotions

For a book, she seems to glorify

December 2021

Another book-themed poem- I can't remember why I wrote this one.