Why do I keep on writing?
In this book that just worth nothing
With each page that shows same ending
But I still do keep on trying
A pen without an ink to compose
A book that I don't wanna close
An empty pages that we share
I am the only one who always cares
Hope I can erase the things I've done
But how can I rewrite if the ink was gone?
Now you left me alone stunned
Holding a teared page while you run
An empty cover was now deformed
Slowly being burned
Forgot about it but I turn
Reminiscing all the freaking pain
Will I just let my book rot?
Or throw it in that bin?
Think I'll just keep it in a pot
Can also be pressed with a rusted pins
Will you spend some time to read?
These piece of empty lil' sheets
Letter by letter without ripping
Well, just overlook and keep ignoring
Now you see what's inside
Will you finish it or just keep aside?
I know reading this will make you tired
So you close it and leave outside
Of all these books in the library
You chose that fancy and pretty
Open and read and take it
Leaving me on the table hanging
When will be the right time to tear?
These invisible, scribbled words with lots of fear
Wish I've never share this even with my friends
Yet this storybook will surely come to an end
Guess it's time for me to change
To write something meaningful in its page
And buy new ball pen with lots of ink
Moving on is hard but that's right to think
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©CrishaneAen 2016
