The soft scent of disinfectant
The kick of the air conditioner
My eyes scanning the titles
What to choose, what to choose
I romanticize as I leave
A pile of books in my arms
Whoever gets to love me is in for a wild ride
and sometimes breaks at the library
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the lost
PoezjaA book of poems for people just trying to find out who they are written by someone trying to find out who they are. Hopefully a story of growth and dreams.
