You should not judge me by my cover,
Because I'm an open book
You won't be able to read me in one sitting,
Or see me in a single look
The pages torn around the edges
Words are worn from weathered eyes
But newer chapters ever changing
Are living life within these lines
Breathing
There are parts that can be painful,
Those paragraphs are most important
This current section could seem stressful,
I carry with me no regret
It may be strange to start in the middle,
There's no better time than now
I'll fill You in on sections passed, what you've missed, true and honest
Just ask and I will tell You anything You wish to know
So what do You say, care to read a good story?
Or better yet, play a part in this plot for me, and I for You
It's one that ebbs and flows, and never ends, and perhaps, You can be a character in
Would You like to help me finish writing it?