ThatLauraPerson

One sunny afternoon I found an old Book, It was old, torn, and dirty, At least, from the first look, But I picked it up anyway and stared down it's front Not word was upon it, So in short, the cover was, blunt, But I took the book home that day, To see what I could find, And I read in the evening, For a very, long time... The Book started off with a tale old as time, But I thought it was intriguing, So I let it flood my mind. It told me of hope, Yet I laughed at the thought, Then it told me not to mope, And I caught on to its plot. The Book helped me think, As I read it each day, And I tried to act as it told me, In ever