Thursday, January 1, 2009

A New Book

An open
Book
Now lay on the table,
With blank pages
And no tears,
Waiting
To be filled.
When you pick it
Up,
The writing will
Appear
Like a majestic
Ink,
Flooding each page
With the truth of
Your actions.
That will be
Written.
I'll write it,
If you don't,
Because this I
Want
To remember
And won't let you
Forget.

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2 comments:

  1. It's "lies on the table".

    "Lay" in present tense requires an object: "Lay the book on the table."

    Other than that, an interesting poem.

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  2. Fixed.

    Thanks for the comment Anonymous person! Haha!

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