If you could read my like a book

Take me off to some little nook

Learn my dreams

And wishes too

As if I were some schoolbook to you

Then perhaps you’d be surprised

At what you’d find inside me

For in me something different lies

Blank pages and a calling

Worn and torn the book would be

Tired, waxing and waning like me

But in it there is one thing for sure

A picture of an open door

You would find no words

Only symbols and stones

Pictures torn

Like shredded bones

Perhaps if you read me you would find

Some insatiable atmosphere

A broken heart lay in that bind

Wishing to find the long-lost tears

So pick me up

And turn my pages

Feel the pain I feel

Open me up

To find my rages

Lost in my emotions real

If you could read my like a book

Take me off to some little nook

Learn my dreams

And wishes too

What you picked up would utterly surprise you