Title

***I am in a mood to where I can't even begin to rhyme. This is the first poem that I've posted that didn't. So...if you have the time please comment. I really need HONESTY on my work right now. Thanks.***

Pages and pages
Emotions on paper
Poems and thoughts
Stapled together

Day by day
My tears hid the mistakes
Night after night
I added more pain

I've made you a present
Wrapped with a bow
Open it and see
What do you think

A tattered book
Infinite white pages
Titled neatly,
I LOVE YOU; I MISS YOU

Read it, read it
Don't judge by the cover
Page 1...blank
Page 2...blank

You see...I know you don't care
I burned my thoughts
I buried my soul
I have no blood

Pale as white paper
My body's a canvas
Ah, but the last page
Turn to it...it's not empty

Slowly you understand
As it reads...
"Why write a book,...
When the title says it all?"

***Thank You For Reading***