• I Am A open book.
    You picked me up, read me
    And found out all about me.
    I am an ugly weed in a garden.
    But you still picked me among all the
    beautiful roses.
    I am a broken toy.
    childen pick me up and see my flaws,
    But you pick me up and see nothing wrong with me.
    I am a dirty puddle. But you think im an ocean as blue as the afternoon sky.
    You are my Sun hidding under all those gray lonly clouds.
    You are my light in a drak empty room.
    You are my heart and why its beating.
    So Please Don't Stop Reading me.
    And please keep my heart beating.