The Heart of a Bookworm

I leave to books the task of answering
Questions that I never ask
And poetry to questions that I do,
For it would take a madman 
To read things that are not worth his time
And it would take me to write about you

Some dreams are made for elegies
But you deserve sweet love songs
That's a thing I don't deny when things are awry;
So let this be the page that 
I tear straight out of my heart
That you may finally make sense of my lone story

I turn some pages as you leave
For things that you are to achieve
But things aren't getting easier as you go;
For heaven seems too deaf to me
So I'll just make some comedies
To laugh and weep when time permits me so.