Behind every cover lies an infinite amount of realms
In the library of life where I learnt about girls
Laid down roots but ventured around the world
And finally understood the tragedy of a fairy tale
 
Poorly bound, faded title, fragile spine worn
A second-hand copy with a few pages torn
But poor design doesn’t mean it’s broke or flawed
It’s the reason stories develop a character for
 
Paint the perfect portrait of what I thought of me
I am the book with a broken spine, I’m not faulty
I’m flawed, some might consider design important
But inside these covers, lives one hell of a story

4 Comments

  1. I liked the way you described the books. It was very detailed with lots of imagery and I like the personification–almost–of the book itself. Then the ending led to a smile 🙂

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