I’m like a book,
easy to read,
but hard to understand.
I’ve traveled,
from place to place,
looking for someone,
to keep me,
but I only ended up,
collecting dust on a shelf.
But you,
you understood me.
I’m like a book without a cover to you.
I can’t hide anything.
For there is no cover,
to hide behind.
~*~ Jill ~*~
OH MY GOD! I SO TOTALLY LOVE THIS ONE!