A Book's Fate

It all started with an empty page
a book that is still clean and new
As the days gone by the book starts to age
with a little scratches on the surface
the book looks more beautiful like the morning dew

Slowly words are being poured
thoughts are being jot
Words fall down
like a beehive being shot

With every words and every lines
filling up the page
It's filled with
what the writer has to say

The words that are stored
in the writer's mind
has finally found a place
to keep it's secret in this holy shrine

Fore whatever incident that took place
to the times the writer just stares into space
It's all being written inside
scripts that is constantly
film out in the writer's head

moving images of love and hate
what is there left to say?
His words are now crippled
He's done writing with the bible
fore every start of a book
has got to come to an end!