The Book

Somewhere in a forgotten corner, lay an old book on the floor.

It's dusty pages with the words of my heart.

That worn off cover did hold a life within it.

Many came, read a few pages. Got amused, got bored.

They were not interested in what the book wanted to say.

Nobody hoped for a good ending to its twisted tale.

...and so it still remains there, fallen on a dusty, forgotten corner.

With words waiting to be read...

With a life, waiting to be lived....