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.
Copyright © Olivia Struthers | Year Posted 2015
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