It could be so beautiful
if you’d just turn the page,
but you’re stuck wondering
why you’d rather stay in this melancholic rage.
I know it’s cozy in here,
and you’re afraid your new space won’t fit,
but the words are faded,
and you’re down to your last rip.
I know it’s sad to say goodbye,
but it is time.
The story will never go on
if you don’t draw the line.
I promise your seams won’t break
if you say goodbye,
your pages will fly
and the story will unfold as you let go.
Let your story become beautiful,
it could be so beautiful.