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.