Open yet closed book

Why are you like that?
You’re saying a lot yet holding back.
Why are there so many pages to read?
But I can’t comprehend a sheet.
Why are you afraid to love, but love like you’ll never die?
Like the people you love, won’t wake up one day and find out you’re not by their side.
Why do I feel like I’m playing scramble with your whole life?
You tell the truth, yet I have to draw the line,
And as soon as I figured it out you go and burn it with a light.
You’re open yet closed,
You don’t lie you composed,
I sometimes wonder how you keep your soul.
Your smile lights the dark night,
Yet you can say goodbye to the person you love without a blink of an eye.
Why do you keep your distance, yet forced open the door?
Dance to every rhythm like they’re yours,
Sing your soul in every song you sing.
Why are you an open yet closed door?

©️ Anita Johnson  

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