recollection.

Admirer

I spend my days writing from my heart And trying to read from yours.

Though I could never understand why your book refused to open,
While mine was on full display.

I should have known you weren't a reader.
You were never interested in my stories, Just how beautiful my cover was.

I should have known you were just an admirer.
And this was all just one-sided.

You wanted me for yourself.
Never wanted me on the shelves.

So you took me for yourself,
But I needed someone else.