The Book

You take back your sin,
what have you done wrong?
I don't remember anything,
I will always cry stong-

To the heavens that pour-
pour stinging drops on my face,
and the taste that's so sour
it reminds me of the place

Where our first kiss took
a hold of my heart-
My heart- and open book
that wanted to start.

It wanted to be read-
wanted to express the feeling
of no hunger from the bread-
that saved and was healing-

but the rain still falls-
upon the remains of my pages,
and it's surrounded by walls
that no one has climed for ages.