Dear Inanimated Object,

For the wish I pray,
Where I pour my heart out.
In this spring of May,
Hear my story is about.

I was a child
To be exact, five.
Living in the wild,
Futile even if you strive.

Found comfort in a book,
Reading the cover for the story peak.
The beauty was seen in first look,
But never thought to be trick.

I have a wish,
Hoping to be granted.
A book I will cherish,
With a good plot I wanted.

With all the love,
The Reader

Note: This is for a past friend who treated me like a slave that's why I learned to stand on my own and change myself for the better. But still I still want to find someone that will treasure me as a friend as much as I'll treasure him/her.