I walk past everything
but never predetermined to touch them.
UNTIL;
I walk past books,
I couldn't stop the urge to cease it,
As it was very compelling.
My potential getting dwindled,
as my desires getting tenacious.
My fingers started running through the cover of the books,
eliminating my thoughts.
It didn't care for the
torn pages nor the roughness around them.
My hands just want them to be stolen,
thus where,
later it can steal my imagination away.
'I will love you through thick and thin'
my heart throbbed.
~ivy~
THIS POEM IS DEFINITELY FOR THE BOOK LOVERS.
DO VOTE AND COMMENT ABOUT YOUR LOVE FOR BOOKS.
*Like for me, I don't like my books getting folded. I really wanted them to be carefully taken care.
Note for the readers ;
When I saw this picture, the thought of being in the bookstores get me engulfed and secondly, I remembered the bookstore scene in my very book called "ALWAYS NEVER".
It's always kinda exciting to be in the bookstores, only a book lover would understand the feel and urge to be there all the time.
I like the smell of books when you first bought them, it's really mesmerizing. I think that's how you would feel when you're in the bookstores.
DO VOTE ❤
AND COMMENT YOUR THOUGHTS.
THANK YOU.
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RANDOM PHOTOS CREATES RANDOM VIBES
PoetryI'll pick some random beautiful photos and will create an anonymous poem out of it. Each photos gives different vibes to different souls, as it does mine. So, dive into the thoughts who knows mine and yours might me the same.
