Month: December 2016

The Book About You

I read you as a sad book,
The book where I find myself unintentionally crying,
Gasping as I feel sharp pain on my lungs.

I read you as a happy book,
Where I find your smile, your gesture, as warthm shining on my cold cruel world,

Gosh I read you as a scream book,
The book where I feel frustrated,
Where the days I feel you’re existence almost like light,
Nonexistent yet its ray cast through me,
I read you as every word I mumble.