My heart is a book,
with thousands of pages,
Some can be read,
but many are locked,
padded down hard,
waiting for the one,
The one with the key,
To unlock all my secrets,
To free me....
“You fool how could you!” I screamed.
He stopped, and laid the girl he had grabbed down. His confused expression said it all. “I am doing what I will.” He spat. I cringed in disgust. Time after time, I have explained to them, that you can not make a mess of your work. We haven’t been exp...