I'm just a neglected book,

No one wants to read me,

To dust off my cover

And indulge in my pages,

To be addicted to my story,

To hang on every word.

No one knows what I hold,

No one cares what I say.

At the back of this shelf,

I'm covered in layers of dust,

I have seen no light,

I have pages turned yellow.

I was read once before,

Not all the way through.

That was years ago,

Many years ago.

A few chapters once read,

But they found nothing more.

On this library shelf,

Surrounded by books,

Books that get picked,

Books that see the light,

Books that are held,

Books that are read.

All I know is this darkness,

That's all I've ever known.

I keep getting pushed,

Pushed further back.

More popular books,

They steal my light.

I feel a warm grasp,

Warm breathe blow the dust,

My yellowing pages be turned,

Someone is interested,

At last,

Exactly what I've always wanted.

Someone cares,

Someone wants to read me,

Wants to know every word,

Wants to be addicted to my story,

Wants to want to keep reading,

Always wanting more.

Someone is interest,

Someone wants to dig deeper,

Someone wants to know more,

Someone wants to keep reading.

Over and over,

And discover all my secrets.

I was once a neglected book,

Always wanting more,

But now someone cares,

Now someone knows.

Now someone reads me,

Over and over, everyday.