Nov. 18 2017
You say I am an open book
I was that easy to define
You read through my pages
Every story, every line
You told me strange titles
Anything that comes in mind
Yet you kept it changing
Most are just refined
You know alot of stories
From the Prologue to the end
Assuming each and every outcome
But most of them were bent
You studied every character
That I made on my own
You wanted to take them
So I could feel nothing but alone
You think that you know my story
Because I was an open book
But you haven't realize
I was a library you forgot to look
You think that you can define me
Because of a title that you thought
Well guess what then
A have a shelf of better titles
And may I tell you there's alot
So dont think that you know me
Just because you've read one part
I'm a whole lot of series
And you'll never know where to start.
XxZa_Chee
YOU ARE READING
Through My Mind ✔
Poetry[P O E T R Y] "These are the moments where I let my mind wander and my pen dances to my heart beat," [2017-March 2018]
