Her Book

She read more than she Loved. Her favorite songs told more About her than she ever Did. Half the days she'd Ignore me. The other half, Her shy smile when I Made a joke, made my week. I wanted to understand her. I wanted to read every book She'd ever read and understand How inn hell her world Could be less Important. Than the ones she Dived into everyday. I can't understand how She doesn't see the stars In her eyes. Or the sun In her smile. But all I can Think is that If she was a book, I'd never put her down.