Untold ..


An untold story you are ..

Pages fall from you, like secrets from an open diary.

Your flaws are recognizable and yet you remain perfect in sight.

Tell me, how does something so good never get out?

I would have never choose you .. that one book still remaining on the shelf.

You know, opening your cover was a mistake ..

Oh so many words with hardly any pictures, which means .. I'm actually going to have to read you.

I'm not trying to get lost in you, find myself so deep in you, not being able to set you down .. for even a second.

Now tell me, what's to happen next?

I'm constantly yelling "I don't ever want to get done" ..

My heart doesn't have a brain, but boy you're the book that has it thinking.


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