Oh that I were a notebook
And each mark was just a trace
Of pencil on pale paper
So easily erased.
Oh that I were a notebook
And each line were art
Sketched and painted
Into beauty so new.
Oh that I were a notebook
Of infinite ideas
So I'd never run empty
And could read my identity.
Oh that I were a notebook
Treasured by someone
Who'd fill me with secrets
And wrap me in trust.
Oh that I were a notebook
So you could erase me
Start me over from scratch
And make a new beauty.
Oh that I were a notebook
And could discard my mistakes
As simply as crumpled paper
And pencil shavings.
Oh that I were a notebook
Full of new beginnings
And that fresh scent of hope
That comes with just one blank page.
Oh that I were a notebook
Just to erase those traces
Form new beauty
And hold onto new hope.
Oh that I were just an innocent notebook...
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Random Thoughts
ŞiirThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
