Like an old book I am to you
You have witnessed my beauty
And all that's within me
Times were tough
And you worked so hard
Just to finally get me
And once you did,
You read all my lines
Filled in the gaps of my thoughts
You carried me with you
Wherever you went
Gave me flowers
And I kept them inside of me
'Till they turned into a deadly masterpiece
You bragged about me to everyone
Memorized and recited
You told my story over and over again
Loved me so much
You didn't let anyone
Have or borrow or even touch me
And through me you discovered
The world and yourself
And other books came along
And you liked them
Their appearance and what they tell
And from time to time
I'd be stuck in your shelf
Covered in dust and neglect
Along with the books you've once read
I sat there and waited
Waited for you to read me again
And even in this enclosed space
I am still happy
I am hopeful I have faith
I know you still need me
And I am right
You will pick me up once more
And at the end of it
I am still your favourite

*-djs