Book of Love
It seemed so easy to just turn the page
and move on like before;
it seems so useless to sit in this cage
and think forevermore.
But all these pages have been soaked in pain
and I can't lift them now.
Oh, all my will isn't enough to gain
a piece of mind somehow.
These blistered pages I have tried to burn
but they will not ignite
Oh, there are lessons I can't seem to learn
when day bleeds into night.
I'd shred each page and stand amidst the sheaves
but then what shall I do.
Exposed to paper cuts from autumn leaves
and scratched by thoughts of you.
What do I do with remnants of my heart
that scattered over land?
I look around not knowing where to start,
an empty book in hand.
I crumble easy as I watch you fly
so far away you drift
and I can't find the strength I need to try
nor give my spirits lift.
And so from way down here I bid farewell
and wish you all the best.
I will be fine when I've escaped this hell
and put this love to rest.
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