My rose bud love
Is yet to bloom
In the light of hope
From the midnight moon

From the Valley of the Dead
She cries out to be fed
Why does she hunger so
Only an addict could ever know...

I used to flip through my pages
        Scanning
There were some interesting points
  Some high, some low, some kind of just sitting in-between after the good and the bad cancelled each other out, but mostly I
       Skimmed by,

         Until I met you,

                 You can't be summed up, there's too much to you, you're too rich, too deep
Too interesting to be confined to a few measly paragraphs and sped-read through

     You deserve attention, you deserve time,

       And the more I've gotten to know you, the more I realize you're the entire book, the entire story in beautiful, vivid detail.

                *I'm going to take my time getting to the end of you, and I dog-eared the page where you entered my heart, so that if I ever forget how it feels to fall for you, I can go back to the start

Whispers, whispers, everywhere.

Whispers, whispers, all do stare.

Whispers, whispers, disgust for me.

Whispers, whispers, my life I don't see.