dusty little book
At first I thought I was closed
you made me realize that I was just set aside.
I collected alot of dust sitting on that hidden shelf,
somehow you looked past all the fancy covers
you saw a dusty little book.
You started to pull back the faded cover,
i was hidden for sometime without anyone noticing
the book gave alot of resistance.
Now all I hope for is you to come back and look inside the pages you forgot to turn...
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.