The next gen won't ever know the thrill of finding an old, desiccated rose buried inside a book. Because none would be reading books anyway.

Don't judge a book by its lover.

You are a bookof poemsI read you slowlywithout the need for speedSavoring every linelike a brief foreverEvery page of youanother way to see realityAnd when I reach the endI weep that it is done(unless I start over)

Your skin is not a paper, don't cut it. Your face isn't a mask, don't hide it. Your size isn't a book, don't judge it.

I want to be the ache and the solace you feel once you finish reading the book.

Some nights as you get to bed, you wonder whether to turn the page or close the book.

It is quite amazing how two people can read the same book and yet reach different conclusions.

I am just one heartbreak away from my next book.

I realize that we may not be on the same page... But, are we even reading the same BOOK?