The memories within me are that of which I wish to share with you.
My heart is like an open book.
So many stories left untold or yet to be discovered.
But you keep me closed and walk away.
Not even caring what I have to say.
Now I need to find a lock and key, my heart from now on shall be closed and empty just like me.
That is until tomorrow when I see you again.
You rip out my pages one by one, and yet I wouldnít have it any other way.
This is what Iíve become. So at the end of each day Iíll just pick up a pen and start writing again.