Books Aren’t People (poem)

It’s painful watching

the world go by:

as they love and lose,

whilst I’m stood here;

reaching for the stars

when they’re all reaching around –

finding someone to love.

But books aren’t the substitute

that I was craving.

Instead the pages remind me

of the thousands of

fictitious romances I envy,

and the billions more

that surround me.

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