We Are All Books With Covers

 

We are all books with covers
Sitting on a shelf
Of different heights and colours
And stories to tell

We are all waiting
To be picked up
For someone to open up to
And to be loved

We are all books with covers
The quotes on the back are our best parts
Our summaries have no ending
Because no one knows what they are

We are all books with covers
Which are more or less
to do
with what we’re about

The fonts are aesthetically pleasing
And the pictures of us are pretty
but no one
figures them out

We are behind the covers

But if the book is not opened,

Do we make a sound?