Bound by skin with tissue pages within,
You are my book.
I read you, I am no stranger to your ways.
I need no foreshadowing,
I see further ahead day by day.
Filled with empty pages, but hardly a blank canvas,
Through all the dust covers, I can still see what lies within,
I read you, I am no stranger to your ways.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
Bound by skin with tissue pages within,
You are my book.
I read you, I am no stranger to your ways.
I need no foreshadowing,
I see further ahead day by day.
Filled with empty pages, but hardly a blank canvas,
Through all the dust covers, I can still see what lies within,
I read you, I am no stranger to your ways.