I am cut a thousand times, words
Slice delicately in to my mind.

But there is no pain, for each knick
Is a paper cut in my memory, scars
Of a good read every now and then .

Remembered words the feeling
Of being there even in word,
Another cut to my mind.

I would be cut a thousand times
For each word, for a good book
Opens the mind. A new story now
Bleeds in to my mind.