Just Another Book

Heal

I can get high on the smell of an old book,

I can fall in love with the handsome crook.

I can teleport myself to an unknown land,

And escape from reality and everything bland.

I don't get sober till I put the book down,

After reaching the last page, I obviously frown.

I try to rhyme words,

To express what I feel.

I seek comfort from quotes,

As they help me with the wounds time gave me, to heal.