Hello boy.
You picked up my book.


Open me up and flex out the spine
Dust off my pages, it’s been quite some time.


Your hands feel so good on the skin of my cover.
Take me home boy, and read me forever.


Read about the time when I cursed at the moon.
Or the time I was so lost, and dreamt to find you.


Skip the dark pages that haunt my parchment. Move back to chapters of happier moments.


Don’t put me back on that shelf boy, don’t be done with this book of mine. I love the way you read me, you see the beauty between the lines.

Add your own ink onto my paper, your story would look so good mixed in with mine. We could be a bestseller, something our children would read over time.

Keep my book boy, don’t let me go.