HOOKED ON A BOOK
I saw your book I did not want to judge it by its cover But my human nature took precedence And I did I stayed away Until your pages were flicked open before me And I became curious The writing was meshed to my liking The phrases were etched in my mind And I began to ask Who are you? What is your story? If I am granted the favour I would like to know you I would like to know your lines Read in between them Know your phrases Use them Know your phases When they change Know what you blot out And why And then maybe, I will let you see my book How the sentences are imperfect But the story isn’t How the words can be gruesome But the not the sentences I may let you know my phrases And let you in on a secret That my book never ends It only changes That my dirty little secret is that I am not the real author of my book But I may ask the author to reveal themselves Maybe even add you in the book However you...