Unread

By Techezint 20092510

I am an unread book on a shelf
Being judge because of my cover
I wonder when I will be opened
And hear the voice of my reader

Dust have pilled on me
And my pages are yellowed with age
Will there be warm hand to hold me
And carefully shift each page

I want to hear my story someday
And learn the purpose of my writer
But the only way for that to happen
Is if I find my reader…