Beautiful Words

With words, I escape my world,
Tumbling down a rabbit-hole
Into a place that is free
Where roam my memories.

I forget my woes and rejoice in prose.
Nobody knows where I go
But it's beauty and madness
Behind a hardcover; a light
Where pages come alive.

Fluttering their wings, longing to be read,
To expose so many thoughts left unsaid;
I observe these words and pick them like flowers
Their beauty ensnares my soul for hours.