You are a page I keep having to turn,
over and over again.
Somehow, no matter how many times I turn the page, it's there for me to turn again.
You are like a never ending story.
YOU ARE READING
2:00 A.M.
PoetryThe moons out, I have a pen in hand. I wish I were writing the stars down by name, but these are only thoughts. Thoughts I like to call poems. ⭐
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You are a page I keep having to turn,
over and over again.
Somehow, no matter how many times I turn the page, it's there for me to turn again.
You are like a never ending story.
