Tell me, are you a library, full of stories?
Are you a collection of fiction and fact that no arms could contain or no minds that could grasp?
I look into your eyes and I get a glimpse of the catalogs and genres which you keep within you.
You must have had your fair share of history; that is one textbook I want to study and memorize by heart.
Do you think I can be the one to take care of you?
I want to keep you a classic and as a monument in this era of advancing technology.
I will clear the dusty parts of your heart and wipe the slippery surface of your crying face.
I will caress every page you own and help restore the words you've been trying to preserve.
I may not be the one who found you first but I will be the one to stay by your side, until the day either of us crumbles.
So let me check your books out and let me return to you so very often.
Let me call you my favorite place and my second home.

Title (optional)
cliche word combination begging you to read on

Body
something about love
something about lost
probably something about brokenness too
a story of heartbreak and being destroyed

an overused simile because those are the easiest to understand
maybe some rhymes about how, like a bird, time flies by so quickly
a closing line that contains the only actual feeling
something about what could have been

Notes (optional)
a monologue describing the words that should have spoken for themselves

Tags (separated by spaces)**
#love  #supposedunderlyingmeaning #imissyou #thisisthecryforhelpihopeyousee