My Bookshelf Heart
Her heart is a bookcase
Filled with books to read
Some are written with love
While others still do bleed.
Pages filled with her poetry
Written in blood, sweat and tears
You can almost feel her words
And some of her darkest fears.
Some are inked in footprints
While some leave behind a stain
Telling about her struggles
And her excruciating pain.
One tells of a friendship
Through tears she often wept
Giving a reason to believe
In a promise that was kept.
There’s pages for the guy
Who broke her heart in two
And how she holds it together
With her paper and some glue.
Each person has a line
And some even a chapter
Her favorite books of all
Are the ones filled with laughter.
Some books she’ll never read
And leave them to collect dust
For they are written words
Of the names she can not trust.
She holds her books tightly
Like those she loves the most
For each book on this shelf
Was written by the host.
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