One.

Verse. I wrote it a while ago and never developed it into anything else, so meh, here it is.

Stage

Many of us have written 'heartfelt poetry',

That has flown well from ink to the page,

But how many - including me,

Have truly made their heart the stage?

Mhm.

Never judge a book by it's cover.

Books

When we see a book,

We like to shoot a quick glance,

And unless we mistook,

Few will get a second chance,

Did we know what lies within?

Forever cast against pages of white,

Tales of mischevious sin?

Or tales of a most valiant knight?

Of course most will have had no clue,

And will still have just walked on,

No knowing how it might have changed you,

Now that the moment is long gone.