Something About Books

Reading one more chapter,

After one more chapter,

Until finally stopping because,

The words don't stop piercing my heart,

As if they're written,

Just to hurt me one more time,

Remind me of someone one more time,

And making me shut the book,

To scream at the dark cloudy sky one more time.

Then when I open it again,

Reading the same line over and over,

Until finally stopping because,

The words don't stop piercing my heart.

Leaving me with the same questions,

That point fingers at me,

Making me the villain of my story,

But it's all a mystery,

And this chapter might have ended,

But the book remains unfinished.

He told her soon, but soon turned out to be never.