I’m going to read you a book
A beautiful series that has yet to be published
A blank piece of wisdom that has been called trash
Something grateful yet not
It has never been so wide awake
No one has ever kept this safe
It is so heavy that a drop of rain is all it needs
It looks so perfect yet, a piece of the book has been torn apart
Every word has a touch of melody
So solemn that has yet been touched
To be or not to be
This book is still alive
Being corrupted isn’t a sin
That ring if yours is a sin
It has been lock away
Slowly sinking to the abyss
By the time the collision slowly comes to a close
As the book slowly fell apart
The wrinkles that crunched
It will soon be a refugee to this series
Something that has never been touch
Yet already crumbling away
So before that happens
I’m going to read you a book
That has slowly matured to a sin
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InsomniaTeaS | 08/05/2021