Please.

I wish you had taken the time to read another page.
There’s more about the girl with the green in her gaze; and the train you weren’t sure she’d catch.
I promise not to be too predictable, but just enough to make you feel clever when you almost figure out my plans.
I’ll fill your ears with the soft sound of my pages singing as they turn.
Or I’ll leave you completely immersed, unaware that you’re reading at all.
Just read one more chapter, because I have so much more to give.

Fold my pages, or leave them flush, it bother’s me none
Scribble in every space you find, dicipher my messages or shake your head at my puns.
Stick around to find out if my story ends prematurely, or overstays its welcome.
And there’s a laugh to be had too! I promise, read one more paragraph and you’ll see! I have so much more to give.

Crack my spine and put your coffee cup on my back while you sleep. I’ll sit right here, ready and waiting for your rested eyes.
I even have that slanted text that you like, the one that makes you feel like I’m speaking directly to you.
I know you think theres nothing more I could possibly show you. You’ve mastered all of the classics, analysed every phrase, every character’s inflictions and the curls in their hair.
So why not stick around? Just to prove me wrong- Tell me the the significance of the colour green.
Just read one more line and you’ll understand. I have so much more to give.

Please dont close the cover, dont say goodnight.
I have so much more to give.

Please, just read one more word.
Please.
I have so much more to give.

This is unfinished, any helpful comments are very much welcomed