I wish I was an open book

Sometimes there r no thoughts to fill the lines 
Sometimes, just thoughts but pen refuses to move
Some lines are dedicated to someone who never reads
And some lines simply go misunderstood

I wish I was an open book
And there I was in your hand
So that you will read me sometimes
And then you will understand

Would you turn the pages
And read them till the end?
Or close it after some pages
And put it up for the rent?

I wish I knew these lines
Before I fill them with my doubts
Or will you answer them with your hugs
Letting emotions speak out loud???