"Pages" ~ BabyBix

The world is a Library,

Stocked with Books

Waiting to be read.

There are Open Books

Like mine,

Ready and willing

To be read,

To feel those burning eyes

Reading my Pages.

What can one read there?

What tale do they tell?

But there are also closed ones,

Betraying little,

Locked like a Diary,

Closed off from the other Books,

Unable to share its stories,

Or listen to any others.

I am that Open Book,

And you, Closed One,

Have read my pages.

But you have not given me the Key

To the lock that binds your covers,

And allowed me to see

What lies within

Your pages.