Life of a book

by Finding myself   Sep 13, 2007


My life is a closed book meant to be open by those who really care
But no one comes and ever opens the book that is sitting right there
The book is plain, scares in some places rough edges all around
I have always wished someone would just come and even skim the book
but that never happens
So i decorate the cover with smiles and glitter to attract at least someone
Once and a while someone comes and skims my book
but no one ever wanted to sit down and read or understand it
but at least someone cares a little to look at the cover and see the smiles i glue on the cover

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  • 15 years ago

    by MSz iiZzii

    I love it, keep it up.

  • 16 years ago

    by she

    Very buetiful poem

  • 16 years ago

    by you will never forget me

    Great write!...i like the way you worded it all and came up with the whole book idea..

  • 16 years ago

    by isa

    I will read ur book :)

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