They always say <br />I can read you like an open book. <br />Well what if at one time, the book <br />they were reading was once <br />a very amazing book, full of vibrant colors, <br />laughter, and plenty of love. <br />Yet, as time went on, the pages began to <br />age with pain and sorrow. <br />The author of the book suddenly was going <br />through a very rough time. <br />The pages of the book started to turn black, <br />slowly everything starting disappering into <br />nothing. It was a black abyss. <br />The co author of the book caused all of this to come. <br />Slowly as time dragged on, all she was left <br />with is a red book filled with black pages. <br />My story got wiped away, and I was left <br />with nothing.<br /><br />Fallen Pixie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-blank-book/
