the book and a relationship

a book is another world in front of me, distant from my mind

i am away with the fairies until i delve in deep

a zone is patiently waiting for me

no questioning , no resistance

words accept my eager and attentive eyes

allowing me to feel

engaged in the picture, me and my friends

word friends smile at the eager attention

shouting out of the corner of my intentional eye

no barrier to stop me from delving in

i look upon the lettering and the way

the words are scrolled into different lines

shapes, short, long, extended patterns

the letters and the words keeping me engagingly hooked

minute to minute, hour to hour

all i see are words floating under my eyelashes

colourful creations of an authors mind

dark and dreary words, words of joy

hate , love , lust, anything but words

floating in front of my attentively keen eyes

imagine this , a book , is it like a boyfriend

a guy who draws you in, keeps you entertained , hooked

attention never seeming to slip elsewhere

until other commitments carry you

and you have to give your attention to a friend

your work, nine to five, in a job, loving this , hating this

back home and you reach for your book

attention stays and flying away is frequent

a sentence starts to bore you

a chapter is beyond your understanding

losing the ability to continue

with the following of once loved words

maybe a good, a really good book

maybe its like being around a guy

when the book turns stupidly sour

and you have lost the want to stay

boyfriend has annoyed you

maybe he isn't even good enough  

maybe he has simply gone off colour, turned bad

like the words on pages which turn into

nothing more then uninteresting words on a piece of paper

your attention has slipped and the engagement

vanished simply into thin air

like a keen eye,  the beauty has disintegrated

your attention has easily slipped

a forgotten book , a forgotten and discarded relationship

ready to move onto another book, story

oh maybe this one will playfully fit with your mind

maybe this relationship is meant to be

words are taking in your look, your engaged in everything

the relationship between those words and a reader

this is a story of words in a book , a very good story

a guy, a boyfriend, you see they are the ones in action

throwing in words and lines, line after line

making you feel emotions, and so you want to read on

but when tedious lines appear horribly underneath your  nose

you are disgruntled, throwing the book to the side

dumping your boyfriend in a waste paper bin

unable to finish the once started story

a relationship which has gone silently sour

right underneath your once happy nose

two different worlds , listening and receiving

the words smiling , attention received with grace

the reader smiles back , engaged and enticed, hooked

from word to word, line to line, chapter upon chapter

the authors mind , the boyfriend

loves how you are engaged in their each and every move

if a book does not make you feel

how can you continue with words

words which anger , words which tire your mind

why stay involved when he makes you unhappy

the book and the boyfriend

either our attention stays or we quite rightly run away