I like to look at
I like to look at life as if it were a novel full of adventures of sadness, happiness
With love stories dancing in between
That these life stories would be full of pages that would make one laugh one page
And fall completely apart the next
Her story would be magnificent
Reminding me of beautiful constellations, the blue sky and waterfalls towering over their surroundings
Her's would smell like old history books cracked and tearing at the seam
The ink in her pages would scribble her story from one side to the next
Her's would show me the beautiful side of life filled with laughter and tears of joy
It would show me all of the light in the darkness
Out of every book in the library I woulkds always choose hers to take off the shelf to read
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