Lost Literature
Laying limp,
life waiting to be lived.
Awaiting to be loved,
unraveled.
Filled to the brim with stories.
A story of love,
loss,
happiness,
heartache.
Cobalt cover,
concealed in the dark chest.
Layered under thin novels,
obscured.
Its pages lined with golden secrets.
A stash of thoughts,
temptation,
desires,
disappointments.
Soft script,
but never silent in sound.
Opened without any fear,
determined.
The swelling sense of overwhelming feeling.
A feeling of wonder,
woe,
acceptance,
anxiety.
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