A friend, a Book

You are a book of old stories

As good as new

With cover so beautiful that 

It mesmerises everyone around you

And all the chapters written inside 

Have deep meanings

And only few who can appreciate you

Can read the feelings

To some, you are a mystery

And to some, a reflection

To some, a collection of poems

And to others, just a work of fiction

Your spine too, it’s bound strong

And sometimes, your pages cut

Everyone who holds onto you

Gets a true friend for life but.


To one of the closest friends I have found in recent years. A few assume I am in love with her too.



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