Take your journey with a pen

Take your journey with a pen

I was like a book you pulled from a library shelf
You read me
Studied me
From cover to cover
But when it was time for you to leave
You replaced me back on the shelf and went on your way

I crane my head to look at your beauty
But you have moved away
Why do you flee oh beautiful cloud
I am here waiting to capture you within my eyes

My hair is made of flowers
Yet they tell me I am not pretty enough
My skin is made of honey
Yet they tell me I am not sweet enough
Clouds linger in my eyes
Yet they tell me I do not dream
And in these moments I realise no matter how whole I am, for some I will never be enough

A little late night
A little lost hope
A little dark magic
And then a lost soul

They said not to look
But I did and found love