Crystal Sunshyne -> RE: Crystal's Poetry (6/21/2015 22:02:34)
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Another Book Behind my hand I can't conceal My agonized, delighted squeal As I turn the last page to reveal The end. The end... is that all? No. No, there's more of this story to gain. There is a sequel I must obtain Because I just cannot refrain From this need, my need to read on. Like an addict I set out Into the dusk because I doubt That I could last this night without The next, and the next, twists of plot. As an arrow through the wind I ride Straight to the store, and once inside This heaven where stories and tales reside I find it. I find it quite odd That I resist the urge to peek Through other books than what I seek And if I like them maybe sneak Ten more, I mean one more book To read once I have finished this. But today I think I'd be remiss To stray from my bubble of bookish bliss With this one. This one I can't toss Aside with the desire for more, As much as I'd love to lift the store And carry it home so I can explore All the books, all the books there are... (Ignoring the fact that I'm not quite that strong And buildings are best left where they belong Not crashing into cars as they're carried along And it's stealing; stealing books is wrong.) If I'm honest I'll admit the fact That given how much time I lacked To let the other books distract My purchase, perchance desire knocked But now the Chapters door swings closed And I bike home through streets unexposed To the aforementioned chaos I'm predisposed To wish, and wish, I could've caused. I enter one of the not-bookstore-crushed-wrecks Beneath a darkened sky now with starry specks, And I begin my new literary treks Into one more, I mean ten more books.
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