If You Were a Book

If you were a book,

What kind would you be? 

Would you be a best seller,

Would I come by you for free?

Would I read you cover to cover,

Or peruse you casually in a park?

Would I still be reading you beneath the lamp light after dark?

Are you a comedy, drama,

Or something in between?

Would your imagery stay with me,

Or flicker away like a dream?

Do you use your own perspective,

Or a friend’s?

Is your font friendly?

How does it end?

If I were to see you in a store,

Waiting on the shelf,

Would I walk by?

Or would I pry

Your pages open hungrily for more,

Your epilogue offering clarity,

The story becoming clear,

Would I fear

What you have to say?