I am an open book, set out with spine cracked, anyone can read me.
I am a long book, with uncountable words,
But you have learned out to count me.
Tell me how many I am,
No one has take the time to finish me.
Finish me, and read me again, and rip pages from me to be saved and rewritten inside of you.
I am an open book, no one is interested in reading me.
You are not, and I only wish to be part of you.