Poem, man. Just here for the poem.
I found you in the library
Your head between the lines
Your location physically undefined
And I knew that you were mine
Between books of revolutionary days
And all of Shakespeare's plays
All nestled into the words of a man
Who died before our grandma's days
And I knew that you were mine
Captured in your chapters
Put writing on blank pages
Let's make our own love story
To suffice all the ages
You smelled of yellowed pages
Your words caught in another's head
I won't talk above a whisper
No need to get in trouble for what we said
So let's just sit here and read
We can talk any time
Like about how gracefully Frost rhymes
Or how I knew I'd never be fine
Until I knew that you were mine
