Books

I was a book

Blank and worn

Until I met  you.

My pages had no plot

And no lettering

Until I met you.

I was pointless

And meaningless

Until I met you.

You were my writer

And my creator

Once you knew me.

You gave me depth

And healed the pages

Once you knew me.

You gave me purpose

And filled me with words

Once you knew me.

You were a book

Full and shiny new

Until you met me.

Your pages filled with plots

And fancy lettering

Until you met me.

You had point

And plenty of meaning

Until you met me.

You no longer had need

For a creator or writer

Once I knew you.

You no longer had depth

Or shiny pages

Once I knew you.

You no longer had purpose

Or were filled with words

Once I knew you.