An open book sits half read,
pages torn and tattered hold
not words but memories.
Between lines of black & white
the wonders of life's adventures,
struggles,love found and lost,
battles of the past and hope
of the future.
You may choose to flip through
the pages of my past, sit for a
spell to marvel in the joys of my present
or travel into the chapters of pages
I have not yet written.
If only you choose to read.
Copyright 2009
Be careful with the words that spill from your tongue, someones heart may be listening. ( Photo By: Sweet Melissa )
About Me
- Sweet Melissa
- Speak not from the tongue but instead the heart, as so regret will not consume you.
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