My song

I close my eyes to see the unseen.
My life’s an open book.
Like some magazine.
My face is the cover.
You can’t always judge
Sometimes I smile
When i’m holding a grudge
My mind is the pages covered in ink
Like a book with no pages
A play with no lines
I need somebody who’s close
Somebody who’s mine
These pages are torn
And thrown in the trash
My heart is so fragile and easy to smash
So i’m looking for some one
Who’s loyal and true?
It wasn’t the last one
Could it be you?
 

Reviews

[WriterMe]

The poem flowed very well. I dont get why it was worded 'My song' though, but am sure you had a reason to it =]
great job!