If I were a book, you could flip through my pages to underline the favorite things about me,
fold my page corners or bookmark them and tell your friends about how wonderful I am.
You would save me in a bookshelf next to your bed where you come to escape reality
and dream of things that make you happy.
You would read me again and again as if I were the only book you’ve got
and you would take me everywhere with you because I would make you
happy with the way I choose words for you and how sweetly you
would let them flow through my papers.
“This post is a part of the prompt of the week, IF I WERE A BOOK, by The BlogChatter online community of bloggers in Twitter which meet every Wednesday at 8.30 PM IST discussing various blogging topics on twitter.”
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