A sad loner walk alone,
Tripped and fall past though a door,
He could sense a thousand souls,
He could see a thousand book,
You should see his face, the look,
As if love at first sight took place.
He handed one,
and flipped through it,
He fell in love with every page,
He said he has an only life,
But I could live a thousand lives,
Said a happy heart with pride,
Yes I won't die a bachelor.
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
