Reading Alone

A book in my head, my eyes scan close,
A lovely and perfect comfort dose.
A blanket on my lap and a dim light to read,
And a cup of coffee is all I need.

Away from the past, hiding from the future,
To my heart, it's a beautiful departure.
Lost in those words, all alone.
Even though just words, they have a tone.

Reading through the night,
The moonlight is pretty bright.
Feeling their emotions, meeting them again,
Is something that can't be disheartened, even by the rain.

I can feel myself interested, 
By the future of those to whom I'm invested.
No matter how bad the tragedy,
It's always replaced by comedy. 

-InsanelyHilarious