In the library .

In the corner shelf.

A tied and stitched heart ,

Still pounds inside

With letters ,comas and apostrophes .

But never a full stop!

A new language of my heart,

Inside a never ever read book

Choke in my surreal world.

There survived

Cold and spicy tales,

Of Winters and summers .

Dip your toe in to this,

And feel the melting snow

by the touch of sunshine.

Or feel the scent of lemons

In the lemonade at noon.

Thats a tempting gesture,

To cast you in to my

The real world of nowhere.