words are life, breathed into
you. all i can say: love me
like the folds of the book, and
carry me with grace.
let me not rip, and put a dust
jacket on, to protect me from
maybe the mud and the rain,
from snow and hail, you never know.
underline all the flaws,
and highlight all the beautiful parts,
and love me till i’m breaking and
flaking at the edges. when i’m no longer
fit to be on your shelve anymore, don’t
throw me away. keep me treasured
because i’ve been with you the longest,
and i’ve loved you the longest, and i’ll
always love you.
[a/n]: idk what this is blah
YOU ARE READING
Crowned
Poetrybits and bobs. [sister collection of 'out of sight, out of mind'] [ © billie rose two-thousand-&-fourteen ]
