My Open Book

My heart was an open book,
It's pages waiting to be written,
Touched and turned,
But in time that story would be written,it would be touched
Turned and forgotten
The ink burning flames through my pages
Tears flooding down, the ink burning flames through my pages
Tears flooding down, creating the ash that remains
Blown in the wind, kisses so sweet to mend the bitter end
My heart remained whole but my mind was in pieces
A book that had already been written, touched, turned and forgotten