Lost inside a precious,
Lovely book.
Had me hooked,
Till the nook.
A person; I become
In the book.
Has me gumed,
Makes me numb.
A beautiful,
Wonderful life.
No, not one
But as much as ton.
The experiences,
The love and joy.
Just like a dream,
Boy, don't I enjoy!
Yet, gets over; as quckily
As a lightning.
Not willingly to stop
I live in it nonstop.
Never do I give in,
Willing to relive.
After all; living in a book...
Isn't it a pleasure?
No, it's as good,
As a holy treasure!
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Well, isn't that just a lovely feeling?! :D
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P.s - I won't be updating for around 8 days as I'm going on a trip. So see you after that!
YOU ARE READING
Voice Of The Heart
PoetryThe place that I live, is inside my head. And the only place apart from that, is in a piece of paper. There's no in-between. | I think, you feel. I I write, you imagine. I I bleed, you heal.
