Running fingers across, like a pianist
I can't bring myself to reduce the list
Wandering around this cosy library
I wonder if, old pages, we can marry
I open these books and loose myself
Into magic chosen from a bookshelf
They quench my rising wanderlust
And show me things just and unjust
Holding my hand, pulling me along
To keep me exploring, still I belong
Slowly, they guide me through life
Keeping me safe through any strife
They teach me to keep holding on
To never give up on a silent phone
Diving deep into shy hidden secrets
They help me foresee all the life bets
They push me into galaxies of stars
Slowly, healing my wounds 'n' scars
Reminding me of childhood parks
The high skies, all the soaring larks
Walking through the lovely fictions
I escape all the reality's restrictions
Drinking in the sensations of poetry
I fall into bits like beads in a rosary
Weaving the webs of light fantasies
I loose myself into taste of ecstasies
Spending nights hidden into novels
I see how imagination slowly revels
I give my tears and laughs to books
Oh they glitter my veins and nooks
Reveling in their soft blissful touch
I've been ignoring my sleep so much
Half-closed lids, my slipping glasses
I get drugged on words, time passes
Every night I lose control of myself
I give in to magic from a...
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bookshelf
Author's Note
Still listening to TFIOS soundtrack sung by Troye Sivan. It's beautiful. :')♥♡
I guess..this poem is the story of every wattpader's life and everyone can relate to it. I'm happy I gave it a try. :')
Also guys, Nostalgia is #8 in Poetry atm and I'm thankful to you all. This means so much to me. :')♥♡
Much Love xX
Hazel *-*
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