You're mysterious.
You're mysterious in the way that makes me want to open you up like a book and read your pages from start to finish but I can't because you are so high up on the shelf that I cannot reach you.
You sit up on the shelf collecting dust trying to protect yourself from the people who will rip out your pages or bend your cover.
Oh, how I wish I could climb up the shelf and take you down and have you tell me your story.
Maybe one day I'll finally be able to climb and reach out to you, but for now, you're just the book I have yet to read and you're on my list.

I feel really weird
Like homesick
For a place
That doesn't
Even exist

You know that feeling
That terrible feeling
Unable of healing
When something happens
Every once and a while
That changes everything
And you can no longer smile
Nothing can be the same
And there's no one to blame
All you had
Is now gone
It went all wrong
Tears pour
Remembering the past
And all those good times
At their last