POEM TIME!

[indecisive_one]

I wrote this awhile back on a piece of paper. it was slowly becoming destroyed.

open the book
to another page
make them come alive
then memory no longer fades

they live again
inside of your head
they escape in your thoughts
the tears that you shed

but once the book is closed
a little part of them dies
as the book collects dust
on the shelf where it lies

so why not recreate
all the memories that they are
we are after all
just reminiscent of someone else

one day youèll no longer
be able to open the book
because you be a page
upon which others will look

and once the book is closed
a little part of you dies
as the book collects dust
on the shelf where it lies

you weakly wait
for your time to shine
you meekly wait
"this time is mine"
you feebly wait
so your memory's confined
you weakly wait
for your mysteries to untwine

but now the book is closed
a little more of you dies
as the book collects dust
on the shelf where it lies