My heart was once an open book
Pages blowing in the wind
Each page with a torn and tattered look
Pages that seemed to have no end

Each page was ripped out freely
Their value left unknown
For those pages represented me
My heart beat on its own

Once the pages were all but lost
I opened up my eyes
I needed help at any cost
It was then I realized

By tearing out my pages
Giving without a cause
Allowed me to be courageous
Overlooking obvious flaws

Mistaken feelings of love
Were left in the open gaps ...


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