Bookworm

reading is an escape..

Books Books Books

Books are new, Books are old

Books are fun, and Books are crude

Take you to a new world

Lost in thought, Fiction or Nonfiction

Read to lose reality, Fake it till’ you make it

Let them say what they what

Don’t let it get to you

And You’ll be okay

Books Books Books

Safe space to be sad, happy

Everything in between

To the stories in my mind

You have a special place in my heart

Make me confident, comforted, and me

Change me with everything you do

Books Books Books

Every story told, to hold close

No matter where I go

I am home

The remains of stories last

Even though the covers close

Lessons Old and New

Books Books Books

Read or haven’t

Every one nostalgic

Horror, Mystery, Fantasy

Doesn't matter

Pages etched into my life

Journeys I wished never ended

Endless in my mind

All the stories I’ve read

All the moments I’ve kept

Books Books Books

Made me cry, weep, sob

Tales I can’t explain

Each of their words stay

Each guiding me in their own way

Each story mine

Will it ever end?

Will I ever know? 

Will they fade?

Or each tale becomes

Part of me.

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Pages worn with time

Creases in every spine

Stories laid out

Soft whispers in the air

A world once never thought to man

Found once again

Page by page

Path to the truth

Books Books Books

Lift me up

Through the darkest nights

Like a spark through 

The midnight sky

Words of warmth

Keeping me safe

Shelter from the storm

Guide me away

Journeys somewhere new

Though I wonder?

How it all leads back to

Me?

Books Books Books

Sanctuary only for one

Quiet corners where

One can breathe

When I’m lost

When I wander

Remind me

That I’m never truly alone

All pages

An escape

From the loud world

Around one

Books Books Books

A refuge

A spark

Steer me through the night

Ink that will fade

But will never

Ever

Be forgotten

Memories wrapped up so nice

Woven between lines

Every page

A door to a new world

Curled up 

Lost in the night

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Each page a light

A light towards the real me

While I turn the page

I hold the key

They shape my way

Laughing

Crying

Lost in time

Fables that built me

The words that stay

Fantasy

Where magic grows

Mysteries

That keep me on my toes

Pages that never end

Or whisper like old friends

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Not even sleep

Can take me away from 

You

A place where silence

Is loudest

Like a soft melody

That won't go away

I turn the page

It echoes like lost souls

Confining in its own heartbeat

Reality and Dream

Both one

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I wonder

If I look ever so closely

I will see a breath

A form of life

Far far away

As I wander through the worlds

That only exist in ink

Yet feel more real

Than reality

It self

Where I belong

Books Books Books

Unlike people

Pages don’t judge

They listen

And stay quiet

Every mark that I go back to

Feels right

Like returning to an old

Place I used to go

All the things that line the page

Tears, blood, fingerprints

All parts of me that lie

Brings me back to you

They say people change

But books remain

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Yellowing pages

Fraying corners

Favorites of any kind

Worn with unconditional love

Return to a book

Like an old childhood memory

But this time

You see it differently

A better way

Return to it

Not only back to the book

But the version of yourself

You used to be

Spine cracks

Like an old song

Familiar and warm

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As I read

Memories I never lived

Yet somehow remember

Fold myself in the pages

Characters wrap themselves around me

Safe from the world beyond them

A moment

I never wanted to let go

A well-loved book

Keeps the fingerprints

Of every version of me

Read not just to escape

But to return to myself

Holds secrets

Mine, theirs, and all inbetween

Books Books Books

Author's Note

I just want to know if my writing is good, and if I should keep writing?