I am that one book in your shelf Which has lost your touch years ago. Draped in enough dust, My pages have turned yellow. Now, it smells no more of you. No light seeps through my heart Crushed between my forgotten pages, Holding your dry rose, forever. Your fingers don't slip to my corners Feeding my crave to be flipped through Page by Page, tickling my skin. Your soft whisper greets me no more. So I have turned nameless, Passively yours yet not a part. Seeking both pity and hope, Am I not worth your love? #book #love #yqbaba #poem #you
