I am an open book, with hidden pages
A new discovery at different stages.
I put on a bright face for people to see,
To cover what's really inside of me.
And though my story is clear to read
It once or twice misrepresent the lead.
Ink to paper exposing me
Though hidden in each line is my vulnerability.
It's a mystery to be solve
But it will test your sanity and weaken your resolve.
I am an open book, I put me out there for people to see
Conditional of course, I have to reserve some parts of me.
Even though I'm haunted by my insecurities
Read my story you have my permission
Solve the mystery complete the mission.
I am an open book, in which my feelings are confessed
Whose pages could be filled with unwritten happiness.
YOU ARE READING
Beautifully Broken
Поэзия"A stab in my chest, I'm wounded but can't bleed. There is a loneliness inside of me, accompanied by a gnawing need".- Nick I write what I feel and sometimes I'm inspired. whatever the case these are all mine. I love words and poetry If there is...
