book speak to me,
ain't I your favourite of them all?
re-read me whenever I call,
like the last time you did,
finished me in a single only one sitting,so I'm in need,
went through the bookmarks,
the lines I underlined darks,
every pages that I cried of agony and infidelity,
wasting my long night again and I'm guilty,
the book scowl and snapped at me,
but I'm tied in the shackles,no way to be free.
(from a poetry challenge on thread)
YOU ARE READING
Rose garden that grew within me✔
PoetryI literally remember those days when I had this sort of conversation with my sister over the phone: "guess what?" "lemme guess another new poem!".🥀 and then we scream 'Yay' in our own world of happiness. I re-read some of my favourites among these...
