It gets late and my mind races
Distasteful memories tend to displease me as I try to sleep
So I start to read
But I only wanna read what you write
What you write is the only thing that interests me
You’re a closed book waiting to be opened
A great book and nobody knows it but me
I want to be part of your story
Why you put a lock on yourself beats me
So instead I turn out the lights
And I try to sleep
But I just wanna read what you write
- Author: E. Evergreen (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 9th, 2019 01:12
- Comment from author about the poem: I could read you all day...
- Category: Love
- Views: 18
- Users favorite of this poem: Noah Malice
Comments3
May your pages be filled with love.
Thank you, yours as well.
When you read more, may your dreams be rewarded.
🙂
Read what you love that feed your mind. No harm in having excellent taste and insight of opinion! 🙂
Of course, thank you!
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