The library

Entering the building its thousands to choose from
Each one different
Some are the same
Some have similar names and some are copies…
Some came in hard, others soft…
Some sooo used and abused you can’t tell how it came in.
You assume you know just by appearance everything it processes inside
Or sometimes you measured it up from the back
Sometimes you just eyed it for size, seeing which one looked like it wud be something you can handle in the time you allotted for it.
Each day you would look, until finally you found one… and I was the supposed lucky one.
You picked me from the others…
I was naturally hard, sort of used, clearly abused…
but u wanted to give me a chance
Aside from the heart ache and pain you picked me up,
Laid me down in a special room for just you and me…
You opened me up,
You read into my every word…
Ur fingers traced my spine… and u fingered all the lines that my words made…
U flipped all my pages, sometimes holding spots u wanted to get a better feel for, or just simply wanted to come back too.
You would finish for the day, and the next day come back to me…
And this time you brought ur crew so they could do the same thing u were doing to me and I was doing to u.
U gave me passion while I gave you knowledge…
You took me places ive never been…
I let ur imagination build upon all I had to offer u…And when u finished with me it was ok, u passed me on to someone else,
Bc u knew they too needed a good book to read...

thanks for checking me out..::

© T. S. Thorpe