That silent whisper, and yet you hear me loud and clear
You read me like a book, mesmerized by my colorful words,
my movements across the page. This was made for you, every word
every page, every sensation you get. I love the way you look when you
read me, so tense, so interested in the world I live in. you are so beautiful
so intense. I wish You made your book less complicated. I wish you
would let me in and see your beauty and beast. You only leave a few
pages unmarked, locked, hidden. The pages I read are so different so magnified
so precious but made for any eyes, and it presents a mask. A mask that I can’t pry
off. I am sorry I can’t help I wish I could. Your book would be like mine so define
so you, the real you not the puppet you.