My book

My scribbles

My story teller

The place with my secrets laced in the dotted I"s And the crossed T's

The book filled to the brim with tear after tear

That's MY book

Fits perfectly in my hands as if I were the pope given the bible

Names and Faces that I'll never remember locked into as if the key was lost

I am MY book

A world I created that goes slower

So I can take a breath without offending some tween on their phone cause mommy and daddy's lawyer's won't stop asking if their OK

pages on the outside looking picture perfect but the words on the inside describing a murder scene from that one show we've all seen but never remember



That's MY




  • Somerica

    Well written and express.

  • Lorna

    A really interesting one!

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