#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
Every little story, every little moment
That no one else knows,
Are held in the pages of my old book.
The only one who knows me inside out
The only one that knows
My greatest desires and darkest secrets.
My loves and hates, my likes and dislikes
All my dreams and longings
Are held in the pages of my old book.

© Vivian