Writing in the present
Recording the past
Looking to the future
For things that may last

Layers of memories
Telling a story
Times of sorrow
Times of glory

Words overlap one another
Unfold to discover
That life in a book
Under lock and key
Is not what life is meant to be

A monolog of thoughts
Baring no response
A one-sided romance
With never a chance

Secret thoughts engaged
Searching for hope on every Page
Every word speaks a narrative
Of
Disappointments
Rejections
Loneliness
Of
Hopes
Dreams
Desires

But hopes and dreams can’t guarantee happiness
You’ve closed the book
And never looked back
When life swallows you up
You’ll remember the days
Your life was so simple
In so many ways
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“Fill your paper with the
Breathings of your heart”
William Wordsworth