The artist in her has messy hands,

She colours me when she grabs

My spine and happily turns

My pages , as her eyes run

Over the words ,over my beauty

Reading every detail with purposeful duty.

Even though i was bought not for my words but cover ,

Sometimes for revenge i emotionally shove her

With my plot twists and occasional character deaths,

She endures literary betrayal while holding her breath.

My glamour and magnetism has her so hooked,

Her breaks and weekends are all BOOKed.

Every annotation and wear is an embrace of love

All her dictations of my glory can never be enough.

The bond between us is so pure and right,

When her heart is heavy and wound tight ,

Just the thought of me ,makes her smile bright....

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just me showering some love to my everything .

<3 THANK YOU FOR READING <3