Where is my self worth? My self worth is done. Been burned beyond Earthly heat by my Own swollen hands. Where is the time gone? My blood is wrong. My blood's gone bad. Maybe, could be From waiting just To die, tending Life outside Myself.
If you were a beautiful, soft sunrise, with glowing rays of light, *than I was always the sharp, deep sunset, just before darkness fell on the earth.
I was going through some of my past writings. Just random chapters I'd written from books that were never finished, and found this little piece jammed into one of them. :)
In the book of her There is a chapter often skipped. Soft spoken, never read aloud. In the book of her This chapter is chaperone by guilt, regret A wonderful chapter not easily accepted by those whom thumb straight to it Often the chapter after is most fulfilling. This unique chapter is what makes her well her No fancy words, no editorial staff Just the thoughts she keeps to herself. The wonderful thoughts often seen as constellations that fill the night sky A combustion of goofy laughs Noone hears and conversations amongst herself. A priceless vocabulary of made up words and unused slogans A chapter that keeps up with all of her cheat dates filled with loads of chocolate drenched with more chocolate. The things that are all worthwhile as well as the things that make her feel insecure. In the book of her This is one of the best chapters One hardly anyone stops to read
you said you can read me like a book but you won't tell me what my pages say, or how many there are, what my chapters are titled, if they even are titled i want to know who my introduction mentions, what my author's note says, and who helped me with the theme but honestly, please at least tell me about the chapter where you appear just let me know if it ends well
I realise only now that its true when people say that I get lost in my books. I could start off on chapter 12, and then a while later, a time i have absolutely no knowledge of, I see chapter 18 printed at the top of the page. I get so lost in it that I don't even realise that I get lost in it. That's how much I love books.
There's more to you than meets the eye Like the chapters of my life I can't stop reading you And I can't wait to see what happens next The future always at the front of my mind But as I look behind me With the past steadily trying to catch me I realize I'll never escape the memories Like the first part to a trilogy All that matters is the ending And my book ends with you and *me
