Bookoholic

The synopsis seemed good,
the cover too looked nice,
you opened the book
and began a new life.
You found yourself a new home, 
you met some new friends,
you continued reading,
hoping it would never end.

You flipped through the pages,
you read out loud the words
you felt their joy,
their pain and hurt.
The pages cut your fingers,
and the words cut your heart,
Felt as if the author had a knife, 
and was tearing your soul apart.
You laughed with the characters,
with them, you cried,
you lived with them, too
And with them, you died.

–Shadesoflife