Fictional men do it better.
The Boy on the Book Cover
I fell in love with a boy that I found
on the front of a book in the shop.
I looked down at the page and it only was then
every single other book was dropped.
He had piercing blue eyes and sweeping dark hair,
a long coat and a sword in his hand
and he lived in a world filled with goblins and ghosts
in a London of fairytale land.
He was smart and funny and nothing but brave.
He was strong with a heart that was light.
He was everything I wanted a boy to be,
and fiction had never been so right.
I read the book over hundreds of times
through the day until the sun came down,
and even then he would come to me in my dreams
and we’d tour ghostly London town.
And they say truth is stranger…
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