I can get high on the smell of an old book,
I can fall in love with the handsome crook.
I can teleport myself to an unknown land,
And escape from reality and everything bland.
I don't get sober till I put the book down,
After reaching the last page, I obviously frown.
I try to rhyme words,
To express what I feel.
I seek comfort from quotes,
As they help me with the wounds time gave me, to heal.
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Just Another Book
PoetryA notebook where I collect all the poems I've written. ©Debanjana