The pages of his heart are the ones I'd rather read.

The ink his pages hold, is the ink I'd rather bleed.

The book his pages make, is the book I'd rather hold.

The beginning of his story so beautifully told.

The climax then arrives, like a storm passing by.

But, the happy ending is just the best, for it is only a mere lie. 

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It gets better! I hope anyway. 

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~Wisteria xoxo