My heart is an open book bound by leather cracked and worn soft to the touch My pages are a fine satin smooth, fragile, beautiful, trimmed with the silver of the moon I clutch my book, my story tightly to my chest protecting the pages that have been ripped and torn away from me mending them and keeping them in place guarding the pages that shine yet so brightly so that they cannot be taken away As I wander through this world this throbbing, yearning story pressed so close to me I long to set the... read more
