The book that never was

Aa Harvey

The book that never was

 

 

There is a book inside my head;

It feels as if it is one I have already read.

It’s trying to escape,

But I can’t write all the words that are so difficult to say;

There are not enough hours in the day.

 

 

I wish I could release them from my mind,

But they will remain trapped until I do what I must.

I hope one day I will be able to find the time,

But for now, you will just have to read my poetry about love.

 

 

I just can’t write it all down and remember what has happened;

I guess I’ll never finish it, because I have become distracted.

It has become the book that never was…

I hope you can do what you want to do;

I do what I can do, but it was fun while it lasted.

 

 

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

 

  • Author: Aa Harvey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 4th, 2018 00:41
  • Category: Short story
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  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed



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