The world carries on,
They are none the wiser,
Just another face,
In the daily race.
*
Stuck in our stories,
Separate books on the shelf,
See behind those eyes,
A soul does there lie.
*
I show to the world,
My hard leather cover,
My pages fragile,
Just make the next mile.
*
Strangers are staring,
See cracks in the cover,
Each look weighs a ton,
They keep walking on.
*
Some may wonder why,
Divert from their own lives,
Most will soon forget,
There’s no need to fret.
*
Replaying the scene,
Over analysing,
One moment in time,
A personal crime.
*
To me one chapter,
For them only a glance,
Into someone’s book,
It’s only a look.
Laura Joan x