A Writer's Notebook

Though some be petite,
Some hardly elite,
I hope you will find,
Some thoughts very sweet.

Within my dark purse,
A notebook immerse,
And hope fills my heart,
For fine words to verse.

Then quick with a pen,
The notebook again,
Receives these fair thoughts,
To be forgotten.

How is it that I,
Let these thoughts to fly,
Without an exposure,
To send out their cry?

I fear my rhyming,
Causes your eye sting,
I readily admit,
It is quite lacking.

But here you shall find,
Dreams, stories, of kind,
To while away time,
And escape daily grind.