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’d be in for a journey

Because the story never ends

It only changes

That to be in the book

You need to be one with change

One with life

Because in my story you’ll be immortal 

But only till the end of my age

Cruel isn’t it? 

But somehow thrilling.

Look at that, I already revealed my secret

Never been one to hide

Maybe that’s why I gave up the pen

But what about you?

What’s the dirty little secret of your book?