Open Book

Every day I lose a part of myself, Because it's too open. Love in my heart keeping I don't think I need protection. I don't carry a stone in my bosom, That's why I'm so vulnerable. Every word hurts me, Reproach for what I am. I walk on the thin edge of life, Where words play an important role, Gentle souls are very capricious, And they put salt on my wounds. Sometimes I make mistakes, But not because I was blind. Our memories are shaky, And people - a ruthless crowd. I live for a happy moment And I still reach for kindness, I am, as before, an open book, Except the pages aren't the same anymore.