The Book That Never Was

The book that never was There is a book inside my head; It feels as if it is one I have already read. It’s trying to escape, But I can’t write all the words that are so difficult to say; There are not enough hours in the day. I wish I could release them from my mind, But they will remain trapped until I do what I must. I hope one day I will be able to find the time, But for now, you will just have to read my poetry about love. I just can’t write it all down and remember what has happened; I guess I’ll never finish it, because I have become distracted. It has become the book that never was… I hope you can do what you want to do; I do what I can do, but it was fun while it lasted. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.