Books are reliable folk,
They'll remain in your hand as you have a ****
The pages don't mind markings,
The bindings are okay with carvings,
The letters will always remain,
Even if, your holy grail is left out in the rain.
Their secret meaning can be read
in the solitary of your head.
Or your favourite piece, shout aloud!
Yell it to a crowd.
Weep as your character's love departs,
Flick through it with a careless heart.
Keep it in your back pack,
Or glare at it on your iPad.
Your trusty friend 'book'
Is always willing for you to prise it open,
and take a long, hard look.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
Books are reliable folk,
They'll remain in your hand as you have a ****
The pages don't mind markings,
The bindings are okay with carvings,
The letters will always remain,
Even if, your holy grail is left out in the rain.
Their secret meaning can be read
in the solitary of your head.
Or your favourite piece, shout aloud!
Yell it to a crowd.
Weep as your character's love departs,
Flick through it with a careless heart.
Keep it in your back pack,
Or glare at it on your iPad.
Your trusty friend 'book'
Is always willing for you to prise it open,
and take a long, hard look.
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