If you were a book
If you were a book, you would be an original, old, hard bound found in the classic literature section.
Quietly sitting in the back of an old antique bookstore.
There are faint wrinkles throughout your pages.
Your page is still firm.
You bring your attention to readers by your dark, beautiful, minimalistic cover.
As indication of the ill-treatment you have toted, your spine is wearing with stained pages.
But still you're captivating.
That mystifying look draws the reader into your alluring pages.
Within do they really understand you.
The outside is how it all looks from afar.
But when they get a taste of what’s inside.
They get to read the beauty.
They get to read the love.
They get to read the real you.