2+2=3
There ,I said it
Now am I free?

I don't usually get stolen by temptation like this
But I would do anything to be devoured by this feeling
From the cover alone.. your every word overflows into my heart
Oh the Intrigue
I just want to know more than what your surface reveals
Oh, how I know your story will be riveting and passionate

The colors, they tell me
And gossip your characters into my ear
The feats they're capable of 
And the depths your philosophy stem from
I'd like to write them unto my wrists
And preach to everyone I pass the journeys you took me on

Oh, dear if you dare to open yourself unto me
I will not resist falling deeper into you
Your pages are limited
So whilst you have me.. while I'm within your folds
Envelop me into your narratives
And I will follow you on any journeys you seek

Don't get me wrong.. I don't usually lose sleep over something like this
But the lies and tales you tell me
Make me want to see this through to the end

And I desire not to be caught
Whilst I rummage through the exposed chapters of your epics sagas
Of our epic sagas
Not until .. When the last page turns
Before the cover lands.
Don't let the fall be final and resolute

Allow me to mark the ends of your pages
So once more we can return to our favorite climaxes
To be reminded of how far we'd come

And reenter your world that I invaded and built a castle in
Though the criminal I am
Do with my demise and pieces what you will
But don't forget my dedication to dictating your testaments

Don't get me wrong - it's not that I'm  sacrificing myself for your story
It's just that
Your penmanship is better than mine

its okay if im not
your favorite chapter
that you wrote.
i just hope you smile
when you flip through
the pages i was in.

The pages flutter through your fingers,

The eerie theme lingers,

But you turn the pages.



You sink your teeth into this book,

Your head staying shook,

But you turn the pages.



The words are eating you,

Your thoughts stew,

But you turn the pages.



The last page is a mirror,

The pages are much clearer,

The pages turn you.

remember when
we met between the lines
two pages
bound
by a thread of time