more than a book

Your life was more than the book everyone tries to read—

more than the pages of its lifeless being

more than the metaphors the writer expressed

more than the sentences coaslesced

You are more than the word everyone tries to comprehend—

more than a punctuation ended

more than coherency of the paragraphs

more than spaces of photograph

You are more than a picture of afterglow—

more than the whole celestial bodies someone can know

more than the weight of worth everyone weighed you

more than you could ever imagined of yourself

I told you,

you are more than a book everyone tries to read

you are more than of what you think of yourself

Stay gold and continue to bloom!