We're all empty pages in a book
Empty pages waiting for someone to come along and fill us
They could fill us with anything
Hatred
Love
Sadness
Happiness
It's up to the writer
When we're filled with hatred, and sadness, no one will want to read us
So, we rip out some pages
We start fresh, and write a new chapter of happiness and love
However, remember you can't start a new chapter if you keep re-reading old ones
But now and then people come along and rip out those pages of joy
We can never rewrite those pages exactly as they were
But that's not bad
We can fill them with equally good or better things
Our book goes on
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryMy poetry can be found here. I will be adding more here and there so this book will constantly be growing. ENJOY!
