Life on a bookshelf-Me Her shelves are outdated. Blanketed with

Life on a bookshelf-Me

Her shelves are outdated.
Blanketed with dust.
Books scattered, each unique.
Telling stories of her life.
Her shelves are engraved.
With minuscule details.
Curves and patterns dancing.
Her shelves are lonely.
They cry to be loved and used.
But she herself fears the worst.
Her shelves are depressed.
But the stories on them,
aren't meant for eyes to glance. 
Her shelves are restricted.
She witnessed ruin brought on them.
Novels worn and pages tattered.
Her shelves are patient.
Knowing a book never read. 
Is merely a truth untold.
Her shelves are her life.
It's stories tell of insane adventure.
Dazzling rays beaming on warm sand.
And nightmares buried in her depths.
Her shelves are aware.

She is a library waiting to be explored.