Dearest Max,
Handing out the words like christmas presents
Poor, yet rich in both presence and spirit
Oh Rudy,
Giving bread that you had once stolen
Confident, yet reserved under the Book Thief's gaze
My dear,
You're presenting me with dilemmas
Don't you know?
Reminding me of literature is not the wisest play
When my heart lives inside these pages
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 5:16 AM UTC
Dearest Max,
Handing out the words like christmas presents
Poor, yet rich in both presence and spirit
Oh Rudy,
Giving bread that you had once stolen
Confident, yet reserved under the Book Thief's gaze
My dear,
You're presenting me with dilemmas
Don't you know?
Reminding me of literature is not the wisest play
When my heart lives inside these pages
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