A Bookaholic
A Bookaholic
Pages smell like red wine from those fountains of leaky wax forms.
Letters carved on you makes me head over heels for becoming yours.
For years and years,
Those black ink spots are anesthetic adhesives that drown me unto you
I seek you on the era of failed faith,
You adorn me in your depth, strengthen me up to the extreme.
Those cover sheets of yours act as a shield,
Embracing my mind from gloomy convictions
Those rustling sound of yours keep me awake in the shallow darkness
Your chirping verses remind my meninges to be calm,
Letting me flow through a reign of vexations.
No one ever loves me as you do,
With no demands, you credit me as a man of good conduct.
May you be heartless, yet you induce my heart with sensation
May you be formless, yet you form the best out of me.
Miles I wanna hold you close to my heart for you are my true companion.