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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