Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Unread

I've realized that
My books aren't able to save me
I wonder why
I ever thought they could

Pages full of words
That won't stay words
For eternity
One day they will whither like me

But I will whither faster
And they contain
More stories than me
Although maybe not more meaning

Reflections of minds
That perhaps no one
Will ever understand
Or even appreciate

Most of them
Will not be able to save
'Cause they were never experienced
But left unread like me

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