I wanted to be your book
Study my pages hours upon hours
Understand the deeper meaning of my complexities
Eccentricities
Endless melodies form paragraphs
Upon your mental
Each chapter more challenging
Yet so simple
To get into
For you I opened up and turned the pages
Let you wander endless mazes
Thoughts fears laughter tears
Each line was something new
To you
Time was never taken
Rushed through never savored
I wondered...
Why don't you understand?
Why can't you read what's printed
Simple.
You're illiterate.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 12:44 AM UTC
I wanted to be your book
Study my pages hours upon hours
Understand the deeper meaning of my complexities
Eccentricities
Endless melodies form paragraphs
Upon your mental
Each chapter more challenging
Yet so simple
To get into
For you I opened up and turned the pages
Let you wander endless mazes
Thoughts fears laughter tears
Each line was something new
To you
Time was never taken
Rushed through never savored
I wondered...
Why don't you understand?
Why can't you read what's printed
Simple.
You're illiterate.
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