Sitting all day, cooped up in my room.
A cup of jasmine tea, decor of plume.
A million books to read and explore.
A million fates, all of which I hope for.Each a unique world to see.
In my small room, I flee.
Fleeing to the depths of my imaginations.
Living in the moment, losing all agitations.The story flows from the words in mind.
Turning the page, they go, by and by.
Meeting new characters as I pass through.
Loving them all, finding their value.Each book, Everytime, I think.
Why aren't they real? And
Why isn't my life like theirs?
All 'la vie en pink' .A book lover's cons I say,
So many questions in my brain.
All these questions, but already knowing the answer.
The tough pain of knowing it's, "never".Why? Why? Why?
They're never going to be real.
You're never gonna' live like them.
But to all book lovers.Shouldn't we ask...
How?
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Live: A Poetry Collection
ŞiirLive. Because life's too short. Laugh. Cherish every single moment. Love. Build your own forever. A poetry collection by Faith 2018 December onwards Note: GIFs aren't mine. Credits to their owners.