Untitled Poem

I was on yahoo answers and the question was to type how you feel in a poetic way. This poem is what I ended up with. :)

If I were a book to be read

My pages would be worn and torn

My spine falling apart barely keeping me together

I'd have my heart slowly beating between the pages

And as I keep pushing forward

I wait for the next chapter

In this on going adventure, this silly little mishap

This quirky book upon that shelf

That reads our life.