It give me shivers like winter chills,
this empty place with gold it fills,
My mind it wonders to time and place,
I think I know of a place called nothing,
I think I've felt a broken heart,
I think I've felt a saddened solul,
I think I've seen a ghost in mind,
I think I've seen Hitler talk,
It twists me round with every page,
It Churns my mind with every flip,
I love the way it touch my soul,
Full of advice full of surprise,
Lift me up then put me down,
Oh book of mine do come around,
Oh Book in hand please be my own.
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.