My Book Poem by Jake Andrews

Im writing this book one chapter at a time
I dont know how the end will be
My book was nearly empty before you found me

My preface was so sad and short
And the lines were old and had no direction
From the lines and words I found no affection

No books mood rises forever there has to be a drop
It started out so depressing it had to rise somewhere
You wrote the first chapter and it sprung into the air

It was blank pages for a while in between
Maybe it was that emptyness that made it read so well
After so long of reading nothing Its really hard to tell

But i think its more than that you write so beautifully
Your words and the pages flow so good together
I was holding my breath for the day youd lift your feather

I was a fool to try and touch the writers hand
I tried to make you write in ink what i had put in stencile
Now the ink has spilled, and this isnt a book you can write in pencile

The last lines of my first chapter said it was a mistake
I went back and read it again and couldnt figure why
Then the last lines came out at me and really made me cry

I was trying to make you write me a chapter
You just wanted to lighten up my book
I guess its on me that i read so depressing, but its my life come and take a look