How should I begin? I just don't know where to start . . . My life's a novel engraved deeply into my beating heart. I suppose that's as good a start that I could hope to use. I'm a broken, paperback tale that deals with mindless issues. That's why I can't tell you the one thing I need to say. As soon as I think of you holding me, I think of you thrusting me away. I've been placed under a curse- you see, no matter what I do my pages get all wrinkled and unreadable to you. What if you choose to read me, but then want to flip the page? I'm so afraid of what you'll think when you realize I'm in disarray. I'm not an amazing story that has a happy ending. My plot changes every second, the message that I'm sending. I'm not an open book, that I could never be. But I'll tell you this- you've become a part of me. You're in my story now, You belong here in this tale. I can't erase your entrance, If I tried, then I would fail. But I won't . . . There's no way I could. Although my story's ending has not yet been seen through, there's one line that can be seen by all, and that's simple . . . I Freakin heart You.
Kupcake347 · Fri Oct 31, 2008 @ 08:53pm · 0 Comments |