I saw you once,
You muffled and laughed.
Held the book tight and tapped
Your knees too softly.
I fell in love with the view slowly.
You seem to enjoy the book deeply.
And admit it, you forgot about me.
Thus, sending my soul to extreme jealousy
I knew it, I’ve got to read.
I’ll buy a book and try not to bleed.
Never to bleed to words I couldn’t keep.
Nor weep for poems that I can’t relate to.
But I wonder why,
Why do you love them?
Those rhymes that don’t make a sense
And those lines I always fail to comprehend.
Tell me why. Have you been to it yourself?
Can you say that you fell for Shakespeare & Meyer?
That you loved like Romeo in search for Juliet?
Did you exactly bite like Edward but felt human like Bella?
Surely, you’ll say yes.
And you’ll pretend…
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