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Just like a paper-backed novel,
We can stand up on our own shelf.
Above the others.
People will wonder,
And wonder.
Nobody asks why we're up so high.
Nobody hugs us and says "Congratulations!".
They stare.
And they stare.
Wondering what is in this small little book.
Nobody looks past this dust covered thing.
But if anybody opened this paper-backed novel,
They could find the answer their questions.
And stare in disbelief.
But this novel sits high.
Above others,
People will wonder,
And wonder.
But questions of myself,
Stand out.
Unanswered.
Ignored.
Written in our paper-backed novel.
And all the things you said to me.
And all the love.
And all the tears.
And the story,
Sit in this paper-backed novel.
I know you want to run away,
But do you think about me when your out their up in the deep snow...?
Or do you sit and say "Love, just look at this sun."
Unsure of what you'll say, I carry myself into the love of others who care.
Who can say that I did well in life.
Sitting up high,
Opened a little,
With a hand opening the pages about to explore our novel.
It's just a book to them,
Just played out to them.
Nothing really true.
Figment of thought.
And figment of love,
That is how they describe our paper-backed novel.
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