You cracked me open like a worn-out spine

Reading pages that were never kind

Filled with doubts and underlined

Promises lost in dust and time

For you I was a fleeting scene

A sketch of hope in golden sheen

But my words were chains unseen

Your breath an act

Mine was keen

For you I was a chapter in a tale

Fading ink on a parchment pale

For me you were the book

Oh so frail

Each word a storm in a zephyr's gale

You skimmed the lines with fleeting eyes

Ignorant of the tears that dried

Nestled thoughts that compromised

Unsaid truths that lovers hide

I read you like a sacred text

Hanging on to every next

Sentence

Feeling so perplexed

By your silence

So unkindly vexed

For you I was a chapter in a tale

Fading ink on a parchment pale

For me you were the book

Oh so frail

Each word a storm in a zephyr's gale

For you I was a chapter in a tale

Fading ink on a parchment pale

For me you were the book

Oh so frail

Each word a storm in a zephyr's gale

For you I was a chapter in a tale

Fading ink on a parchment pale

For me you were the book

Oh so frail

Each word a storm in a zephyr's gale

For you I was a chapter in a tale

Fading ink on a parchment pale

For me you were the book

Oh so frail

Each word a storm in a zephyr's gale

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