The Book of Life

My page has yet to be written on and the rest is still unwritten.

I keep thinking about my childhood.

What I could’ve done,

said;

all those bottled feelings.

All the songs I’ve listened to….

And then I think; “this is a new beginning. You may never get those chances again but what lies ahead is a brand new chapter waiting to be written on in the book of your life.”

And love will blossom as time goes by,

but then I remember that this was never about a silly love story.

And that maybe this is what all girls and women may think….

Isn’t it???