• justjanet 35w

    Am I a book to you?

    How does it feel like
    reading me?
    Seeing my thoughts,
    words and feelings.
    Licking your fingers
    before you turn my pages.
    Making me open up
    from where you last left me.
    Using me to learn
    how to love and live.

    How does it feel like
    putting me back on the shelf?
    After knowing me too well
    until there is nothing more to know.
    Cause now I have to start again
    the same old troubled story,
    with the one who
    picks me next.
    © shee