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
book
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Author:
kpomeroy (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 17th, 2018 15:39
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Comments2
Well written and express.
A really interesting one!
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