I have lived many lives
I have escaped many times
Through the power of words

I have shed many tears
I have shared many fears
With the tales I've held in my hand

I have laughed many days
I have rejoiced many ways
Because of the emotions I've felt

I have waited many hours
I have wasted many thoughts
Just to let the ending sink in

But a real book never truly ends
The people never really leave
As for that to happen
Readers would have to not believe