Read Me Like an Open Book

My heart and soul read like an open book
Look and see if there is anything to read
For I need to know if you can show me
And I already agree the read will be short
But will there be anything at all to report?
So I stand with the band of the lonesome
And some would even say loathsome, too
But they haven’t walked in my shoes yet
And you can bet they wouldn’t want to
So I’m not worried about what they say
Only you can tell me if I ring any bells
And if so, of what kind, if you don’t mind?
Read me, then, as only you can and feed
My curiosity, slowing the velocity
Of my own vain imagination,
Stopping the regurgitation of my self-lies!
. . .
My heart and soul read like an open book
Look and see if there is anything to read

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