Taste Of Freedom

Like a book

If I was a book, I'd be that mysterious one with the dark yet shiny cover.

If I was a book I'd be the one forgotten on the side for a few people to see.

I'd be the book that was messy but organized,

Dark yet hopeful.

The time would come when a person would pick me up to inspect me but always set me down, thinking I'm damaged and too worn out to love.

And still, I'd hope like the main character in a movie that someone would choose me for once.

So the blooming darkness won me over soon enough.

All it took was that one curious person to bring me back to life.

To set me free out in this world to live, to love, to fight.

Though I didn't want to go, at least not without you.

Not without the one person that chose me than all the other shiny books.

You dusted me off and took me in your arms.

You knew exactly how to read me and get to my heart.

But even you didn't want me and once again I was back in the dark.