Its okay not to breathe,
Or forget how to speak.
We can all see your hearts faded to lead.
Even if you can't see enough to read,
Just hold my pages till they fold.
I'll do my best not to tear in your arms,
If you do your best to make it to the last page.
And I hope that you'll store me,
Back onto a shelf.
It keeps me sane to be here, even if you decide not to ever hold me again.
Or forget how to speak.
We can all see your hearts faded to lead.
Even if you can't see enough to read,
Just hold my pages till they fold.
I'll do my best not to tear in your arms,
If you do your best to make it to the last page.
And I hope that you'll store me,
Back onto a shelf.
It keeps me sane to be here, even if you decide not to ever hold me again.
2 comments:
Sweet sadness.
It's better that way, isn't it?
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