The Storybook
I opened up the storybook
I must have read it so many times
The well worn pages
The smudged ink
The greasy finger prints
I could almost re sight
Word for word
The storybook slowly burned open a door
I shrunk down to just the right size
So I could walk through the open door
The storybook came to life
No need for words
The storybook just showed me
I got to live in the wonderful storybook
I lived the story so many times
I never grew tired
Of living in a storybook
At anytime
I could walk back through
The burnt open door
Returning to my normal size
To read the storybook so many times
Word for word
I could almost re sight
The storybook
Covered in my greasy finger prints
The smudged ink
The well worn pages
I must have read it so many times
I once again
I opened up the precious storybook
Toria
26/11/2022
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