Lost Through Words

In due time you'll tell me whats on your mind..
from the darkness of your thoughts to the smile that makes you shine..
See you you're like a novel, I want to read every chapter..
each page gets more intensifying..
could it be you that im after..
this page is torn, that page has smeared ink..
dont make it hard for me dear author..
I got this essay to write, with but so much information, how do you expect me to think..
What do you want from me, im trying to understand your words.. some are familiar but others i've never heard..
im getting this feeling of depletion, your attitude derides my intention..
im trying to be open but there are some things you're forgetting to mention..
im capable of understanding but a void conscious is something I despise..
I want to enjoy reading this book.. but this authors decadence has captured me by surprise..