You love to read, don't you?
Yet, when your book begins to bore,
you slam it shut and set it down,
promising to pick it up later.5 "To be continued." You say.
You pick up a new book.
Flip one page, two, three.
Pick up a new one.
One, two, three.10 "To be continued."
You pick up your old favorite
hoping to start over.
However, you simply pick it up
from exactly where you left off.15 You know it will be just as unsatisfying,
So why pretend to like it?
Why are you afraid of it to end?The story is just as it used to be.
You set it down again.20 "To be continued."
The book sits on your desk,
collecting dust.
Other used books
begin to stack atop your "favorite."25 One day, the tower falls.
The book is revealed.
You dust it off, you open it,
and you begin to read once more.
Face it, you'll never finish that book.30 "To be continued." Once again.
"The last time." You say.
Sometimes I wonder,
do you truly love to read?
or do you only read
35 so you can say you've read the book?
YOU ARE READING
Misty Heart
PoetryI wrote these poems about someone I love. I'm no longer with him, but they are about how I felt while I was with him. I still hold him close to my heart, no matter how badly he treated me. I loved him and I doubt that one day I wont.