Open Book


  • Emotional

    Open Book

    Filled with this and that.

    Life's tears stain some pages.

    Running to my own suicide.

    No mystery to hide.

    Laid out on the table.

    I take a gamble.

    "Here's my book all 500 or so pages"

    Laid out in front of you, life can be such a mystery, so amazing, and hard to handle

    A witness to a sacrifice you didn't want to see.

    You run and hide, far away from me.

    Not sure why I do it, not sure that you care.

    I'm an open book, no mystery hiding here.

    and so you think now that I'm so boring.

    The intrigue all gone, the puzzle done.

    It's plain to see you just lost interest in me.

    I gave up too much too fast and the chase just didn't last.

    I just always forget, I never thought it mattered.

    I see now it's best to wait before showing my sleves, and the intricicies of my grey matter.

    Its who i am, I've nothing to hide.

    it's me truly you failed to see, you failed to see whats inside.

    I pick up the book turn and walk away.

    another tear added to my life's mystery.

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    vixyzhalo’s Poems (15)

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