By: Sweet Flicks

One lost book is crying,

But no one could listen,

One lost book is in pain,

But no one is grieving.

One lost book lost her way,

She really don’t know where to stay,

One lost book is wearing a great mask of pretending.

One lost book supposed to be,

Her words will make someone happy,

And give them a hope,

That let their hearts fly away.

One lost book is trying to be strong,

Even deep inside she’s bleeding for long,

One lost book is sacrificing,

Even her heart hurt beating.

One lost book is confuse,

She never gets what’s her use,

One lost book is starting to change,

Bit by bit she’s not the same.

One lost book cannot shout too loud,

She’s afraid to become too proud,

One lost book wants to share the problems,

But she can’t unless someone opens,

And read her words often.

One lost book wants to be alone,

Better than to be at home,

Knowing she can hurt someone on her own.

One lost book has nowhere to go,

Please help her if you know,

One lost book is really tired,

Finding a place where she can hide.

I hope someone could find this one lost book,

Bring her back by hook or crook,

Because I’m afraid she could never come back again,

She may always live with tears and pain.