She Reminds Me Of My BooksA Poem by jayShe reminds me of my books. Her perfume is the new book smell, her eyes are the cover that drew me, her soul is the beauty I found within the pages. She's the type of book that would make me sit and stare at the wall for hours, the type of book that would put me in a slump knowing no other could ever replace it, the type of book that I only picked up because of the pretty look, but turned my life around. She reminds me of my books. No matter how many I have, there will always be that one that I could never forget. And she will forever be that one.
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StatsAuthorjayShippensburg, PAAboutI go back and forth between stories and poetry but have been doing more poetry lately. I've been writing for a little over 2 years and I'm 15. more..Writing
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