An open book you can read
A closed, you cannot
Fake pages
So revealing
Yet so secretive
You can read so well
Yet you can’t read at all
A brand new book you’ve just opened
So new
So kind
So clean
Had it for months
The text grew weary
Behind it’s white pages
The secretive
The weary
Sad how
The one who cuts first
Will never be
The secretive