love in books

I asked him, “Bro… come on, have a girlfriend it’s beautiful.” He smiled… and said, “My mind fell in love with books.” And when I’m done reading, I apologise to my heart… for introducing it to a kind of love this generation cannot hold. A world where the language is money not the literature they once taught us. I smiled at her… she asked how heavy my pocket was. And in that moment, my heart still running toward love stumbled… then slowly crawled back into pages. Choosing to read love…