It's Not Over

She's a book, with pages opened
just one look can show the secrets
her cover is warn out, looks so seasoned
the scars can't hide anywhere on the body
every inch is fragile and ancient
yet to think, the story is ending,
but the book is only half over
theres the past, the beginning
the present, the now
the future, the end
she wants to skip her chapters
read the last sentence