He Read Me Like a Book
He read me like a book
Paying attention to every detail
Remembering every word
Taking notice to every detail
He read every crevice of my life
He found out who I was and why
Like a novel
He read me like a book
Every chapter, it’s written in love
Some written in tears
The further he went
The deeper each fear
He absorbed every thought
He took in every feeling
Like a roller coaster
He felt the rush I was living
He read me like a book
From cover to cover
Someone like him was unexpected
I don’t usually have such listeners
He read me like a book
Every feeling I had was expected
To him, I was an easy mystery
But a hard romance he said
He read me like a book
I appreciated him a lot
He cared about my feelings
Telling my story was fun
He read me like a book
In his eyes I would get lost
Every word that came out
Were scribbled as I was locked
I read to him how I came to be
He would listen so intently
He was a little boy at night
When it was story time
I loved him
But there are still volumes to write
Adventures and stories waiting for him and I
In this book of life
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