My little black book in which I write
My little ideas that come to mind
If you're curious, just take a look
At the ink I spilled in my little black book
When I get inspired, I write it down
In these pages, tightly bound
It doesn't sparkle, it doesn't shine
It's the little black book I'm glad is mine
I can't keep everything in my head
I write it all in my book instead
My mind is a lock, this book, the key
This little black book is a part of me
YOU ARE READING
The key to my mind
PoezjaThese are just little poems that I write. Some are from different perspectives on the world and others are just personal, but I decided to write this because some of my friends wanted to read my poetry
