When you came into my life, you were a brand new chapter.
As I continued to read down your spine with anxious delight.
You were solid with belief and wouldn't give up without a fight.
I had no other choice but to open up and let you inside my story.
I uttered words that I had never spoken, only thought of in my mind.
Your fingertips traced over my every sentence with comfortable ease. But halted to a stop whenever you wanted me to express more to you. You stared at my fragile face for hours and you never dared look away.
Before I could even realise, you had gently written yourself into my life story. With slow cursive letters you detailed parts of me that I had never known before. Underlining the traits you admired most, I was marked eternally with your touch. Even when I closed myself up, you held onto me close as we rested by your bedside.
I was never like the rest, too good to be shelved with your millions of other memories. You kept me near you at all times and made sure I was safe from self-destruction. Never wet with tears or torn by the hands of a stranger with the pages of my mind. For I was your favourite storybook, you picked me up and never put me down.
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This may be my new favourite poem that I've written. I love books. Most people treasure them and treat them with love and respect. Like a person.
Thus, the concept of this poem was born.
Sincerely Yours,
Liliana.
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Poetry (2015-2017)
PoetryThis is poetry for the soul from Yours Truly. Volume 1. "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race." - John Keating aka Robin Williams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Co...
