An Open Book, A Closed Heart

The hardcover has turned to paper back,
The words emerge from everything I lack.

 

The pages are tattered and torn,
With erased I love yous that were written once before.

 
The print is soft and faded,
Filled with people who are now in different places;
There is no one left to fill up the empty spaces.

 
I guess I’m just an open book with nothing to my name,
The beginning might have been different, but the end is always the same.

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