Pages stared blankly
Wanting to understand me badly,
You're my mind, you're my thoughts,
Hide away like my books.
You bleed time and again
Accepting every blow, are you sane?
Scrapes and bruises, burnt edges
My wealth, my treasure, my riches
Kept you hidden for some time
Are you even worth a dime?
Filled with rhymes,
Knew my crimes.
You're my mind, you're my thoughts
You're a book filled with faults,
You're perfect by the nook,
My life now sat on a book.
