The Torn Page

As my page is scribed upon and a new page is given Its apparent that each page becomes more brittle than the last Into each life rain must fall weighing upon athe heart Making life arid giving lava as an oasis I am an open book with pages pure white Oh author direct the words scribed upon my heart Words scarring deep within the pages of cloud white A page that is filled with memories Pages also filled with anguish and pain Wrinkled by feeble attempts to forget Blackened by blood barring the heart from feeling Beware the torn page which may not just cut the finger But may also destroy the heart