DaveIsaiah
August 16th, 2013, 12:56 PM
The Book With No Name
I am a book full of many words,
a book filled with many lines.
And on each of those lines
Lies My deepest and darkest lies.
And in the very center of that book
Lies my deepest secret of them all.
That if it were to be read aloud
All of the other lies might just fall.
A secret and a lie it is,
A secret that if let it might destroy us all.
A secret that's always been on the queue,
But always I decided to stall.
I am a book full of a lot information,
A book with a lot of rich detail.
But the cover of the book is blank.
That should remain the same,
Until the end of my every day.
That book is the book with no name.
The book shall stay the same.
That book is me.
That book will have a cover one day,
just maybe.
I am a book full of many words,
a book filled with many lines.
And on each of those lines
Lies My deepest and darkest lies.
And in the very center of that book
Lies my deepest secret of them all.
That if it were to be read aloud
All of the other lies might just fall.
A secret and a lie it is,
A secret that if let it might destroy us all.
A secret that's always been on the queue,
But always I decided to stall.
I am a book full of a lot information,
A book with a lot of rich detail.
But the cover of the book is blank.
That should remain the same,
Until the end of my every day.
That book is the book with no name.
The book shall stay the same.
That book is me.
That book will have a cover one day,
just maybe.