If My Life Was A Book

If my life was a book
It would be the scattered pages
Left behind
And I've tried picking them up
And piecing them together
But so much of the narrative
Has been lost forever
People I've known
And people I've loved
Stole pages when they left
Leaving behind
An incoherent mess
But still I try
To make sense of it all
But all the while
I'm still writing new chapters
It's just not the same
When too many characters disappear
The plot loses focus
And as the main character
I've lost all motivation
Living each day to get to the next
Always surviving
But never thriving
If my life was a book
It would be the scattered pages
Left behind
And I'm tired of sequels
Take me back
To the prequel please

Copyright © | Year Posted 2024



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