#dontjudgeabookbyitscover
Stars are the world’s little nightlights
Gently twinkling
In their own soft way,
Against the dark backdrop of the sky
Until you get closer.
Once you get closer to the stars,
They are much different
Swirling ***** of chaos and fire
Dancing waves of light and energy
Deadly and magnificent
Things to be admired
From afar
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
Dear Random Strangers,
Your sideways glances and whispered remarks have been noticed.
What you think has no effect actually means the world.
I would like to ask you...
No...Beg you...
To please stop judging me because of the marks on my wrist,
Allow me the chance to tell you my story,
Before you put the damaged book in the trash.
I know my corners are dog-ear,
Yes some pages are ripped,
And my cover is torn and scratched.
But looks can be deceiving.
Random Stranger, I know we haven't met
But every time one person disregards me,
It becomes more easy to believe I am trash,
And it makes me want to throw myself away...
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC