I love books for a reason
Always there, every season.
They take me places in my imagination
To here and there, I travel with patience.
The way the pages are always ruffling
I appreciate, but never stop reading.
Older books smell
But it's not bad, I can tell.
Their yellowed pages
Tell of the Ages, they've seen come and go.
Newer books are smooth,
Clean and white, like a baby's first tooth.
Can't you tell, how much I love books,
But it's not just because of their looks,
I love them because of they way they make me feel.
YOU ARE READING
Random Original Stories and Stuff
AdventureIgnore this. I'm just posting stuff I have in folders that I wrote up a while ago for a creative writing class. Poetry or stories of never to be completed fics. So please don't read or request I continue something. Just ignore this entirely please...
