Tattered, worn notebook with pages that hold
Dreams of mine underlined and in bold
But dreaming dreams I've never dreamt before
Makes my hand cramped and rather sore
Tattered, worn notebook with pages that seem
To be optimistic with each hope that gleams
Faith and innocence throughout the pages do shine
But I'll soon need more before I fill up the last line
Tattered, worn notebook with pages that keep
My dark and true secrets on days where I weep
I record each hurtful word that was said
And the ink from my pen looks rather blood red
Tattered, worn notebook, beloved and true
You mean much more to me, that I do you
Each memory and poem you hold so faithfully
And keep my emotions and thoughts oh so patiently
YOU ARE READING
Newer Poems
PoetryThese are my newer poems. The second one isn't finished because I can't seem to write well anymore after I wrote my final poem. I just am contemplating whether to fill in my name at the bottom or not.
