Back then,
I used to
silently weep words
Letting them go,
picking them back up
As they got,
heavier, shinier and calmer
Perfect was I,
Perfect was she
Just that,
it wasn't how it looked
Just that,
as the library in me waited,
I realized,
she wasn't that much into books
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
Back then,
I used to
silently weep words
Letting them go,
picking them back up
As they got,
heavier, shinier and calmer
Perfect was I,
Perfect was she
Just that,
it wasn't how it looked
Just that,
as the library in me waited,
I realized,
she wasn't that much into books
