They always say
I can read you like an open book.
Well what if at one time, the book
they were reading was once
a very amazing book, full of vibrant colors,
laughter, and plenty of love.
Yet, as time went on, the pages began to
age with pain and sorrow.
The author of the book suddenly was going
through a very rough time.
The pages of the book started to turn black,
slowly everything starting disappering into
nothing. It was a black abyss.
The co author of the book caused all of this to come.
Slowly as time dragged on, all she was left
with is a red book filled with black pages.
My story got wiped away, and I was left
with nothing.
Fallen Pixie
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blank-book/
