One day she'll find a book upon her shelf,
with your name written on the front page.
She'll read through the story of your life,
the one you're living this very day.
She'll find some pages that are dog eared,
the ones she'll read over and over.
She'll find pages that she'll skip through,
cause she knows you need your closure.
You fear she may think differently,
about the person you are today.
But you'll find at the end of each chapter,
she keeps choosing to turn the page.
YOU ARE READING
This Book is Probably About You.
PoetryHis eyes are the perfect poem, i'll spend forever trying to write. On an endless search for adjectives, to capture them just right. I could try to write their meaning, but I think you'd fail to understand. 'Cause nothing quite that beautiful could b...
