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A book without a title.
#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
And every single one that stayed.
Took me along way.
It was self destruction of how I function to see in tomorrow.
The pages turned but the words burned.
Deep like tattoos but I numbed the pain with substance that was insane.
Every moment was momentum till I peaked from being asleep.
And waking up to my beliefs that a new chapter without a title is the end of that book.
That was judged by its cover that I did not write.
I was brighter than a smart light.
The pages of that book was written in the dark now you can read it in my light..
© MXcanete
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
And every single one that stayed.
Took me along way.
It was self destruction of how I function to see in tomorrow.
The pages turned but the words burned.
Deep like tattoos but I numbed the pain with substance that was insane.
Every moment was momentum till I peaked from being asleep.
And waking up to my beliefs that a new chapter without a title is the end of that book.
That was judged by its cover that I did not write.
I was brighter than a smart light.
The pages of that book was written in the dark now you can read it in my light..
© MXcanete
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