May 14, 2024
To read, to eat
In the pages of my cherished book, Lies the essence of me, every look, Nostalgia's expert, I proudly claim, In this tome, my being's fame, Dark eyes' shards, devil's charm, Innocent smile, with secrets warm. Here dwells my essence, and a little more, Yet, this book's existence, fiction's lore. When I gaze upon your face, Characters leap, in their grace Around you, the air swirls and swoops, With each dance, less of a troupe But my sweetheart, clear and true, In every glance, it's only you.
-eve "a woman does not live by the printed word forgive yourself and eat"- God Help The Girl
