I have a bookshelf for a heart, and ink runs through my veins.
I write about you in my story, with the typewriter I hold in my brain.
My bookshelf is getting crowded with all the stories that I have penned, of all the people who flicked through my pages, but close it before the end.
But there is one book which one read to the very back, but it sits there collecting dust.
With its big title, "The One I Put My Trust".
There is this one book I scare to open, and there is one I never close.
Stories of every person I have met, stays there on the endless row.
Some people have only a sentence to tell, while some held the biggest part.
And thousands of inky footprints, that they have left across my heart.
You might wonder why I penned this down, well I just hope that one day, I will mean enough for you to write about me too.
I write about you in my story, with the typewriter I hold in my brain.
My bookshelf is getting crowded with all the stories that I have penned, of all the people who flicked through my pages, but close it before the end.
But there is one book which one read to the very back, but it sits there collecting dust.
With its big title, "The One I Put My Trust".
There is this one book I scare to open, and there is one I never close.
Stories of every person I have met, stays there on the endless row.
Some people have only a sentence to tell, while some held the biggest part.
And thousands of inky footprints, that they have left across my heart.
You might wonder why I penned this down, well I just hope that one day, I will mean enough for you to write about me too.
i think i'm falling in love with your style of writing
ReplyDeleteThank you... really, thank you.
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