Pages
So many written with love
others written in hate
some were stolen from others
a few that were written by fate
some were written in lust
Many written in sorrow
some that were never finished
and more will be written tomorrow
the book becomes so heavy
as time slips away
page by page it grows
until there is nothing left to say
One by one I will rip them out
scatter them upon the floor
each one laid bare
Ill read them all once more
some pages will stay forever
others will become lost
Many will be burned
some saved at a great cost
each page a part of me
part of who i was then
I pray it’s not too late
to rewrite this book again
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