My heart, just like my face,

Is an open book.

Anyone who comes upon it

Is free to take a look.

What my mouth does not say,

My eyes might as well scream.

There is no cover, no disguise

So take things as they seem.

But though I may be vulnerable

Being so open this way

It may save me tomorrow

Though it hurts me today.

Because one day I'll find someone

Who likes just what he reads

And when he puts his book down

He'll still like what he sees.