History has too many pages
Unravelled, untravelled… 

Which page do you belong to
Are you a fact known to me
Or just some bygone mystery…

Would it please you
To dust the dust off your page
To become one with memories 
Once held, now forgone… 

Or is it your desire
To splatter your ink
On my new pages

Leaving its mark so deep
Removable by neither dust or rain
It’s your ink which would 
In my present always remain… 

May it be 
Conversations burning in the depths of hell
Or joyous moments spent being in love… 

It will be you 
Who will be my ultimate informant 
Telling me which page do you want to claim
Of present or future 
Or could it be of past memories 
Pleasant and innocent 
In which happy you would better remain…. 


6 Comments Add yours

  1. Diana says:

    Ah, this is super! I’m a fan of metaphorical writing as you can imagine. Your book will be a grand one Nancy B; all sorts of people will want to fill it’s pages xo

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    1. Aww thnku so much Diana…. It’s already great love as I have you in it, rest will join in the way… 😘😘😘

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      1. Diana says:

        What a beautiful thing to say! May your heart be full and your day filled with smiles πŸ’•

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        1. 😍❀️ Thank you for your sweet wishes dear. Enjoy your night. Have a beautiful night. Sweet dreams 😘

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          1. Diana says:

            πŸ’œπŸ’ For you 😌

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            1. 🍫🍫🍫🍫🍫 for u ❀️

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