I have became a footnote in someone elses love story,
I have tried to be patient in order to write my own
Right my wrongs too
my wrongs are so I can
Revamp my love
In this 1st chapter,
I thought this feeling was
Unimaginable, unexplainable, unfathomable
as soon as I seen it come
I knew it would leave
left on Her page was a footnote and signature of the things she said
This print was very foreign to me
In a journal so far explained an detailed by my bad experiences
The composer still someway stricken by an optimistic pen
writes on withered pages
Pages are torn
But the words depicted never change
The physical readings suggest to "read between the lines"
even though I tried to let it go
Unfinished,
Remaining are still blank pages waiting to be filled
Words to be written
Within every page the heart weakens
The opening statement
Nothing to hide, bare all
The show I'm giving still is connected with you whether I like it or not
Whether I like it or not, a Tattoo can not be erased
So I chose the next Ladybug wisely
Rather the risk of writing with an asterisk
Handwritten, the ink that once ran now dried
My paper cuts still bleed
Will never heal
But still my heart is sensitive yet I still lay it out
To turn the page
One chapter is written and close..so a new one begins
as the same old me but introducing a new personality trait
Or myself evolving as a the same person with an new vigor
In this ongoing Journal,
I walk unaware that I'm walking
One's name may never reappear because NO CHAPTER IS EVER TRULY CLOSED
UNTIL THIS..
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