Thoughts drip from my pen Onto swollen pages, Full of tarnished love, Electric lust, And fresh scars. This notebook, Stained with late night memories And scattered aspirations, Is my heart's Only honest homage, Held sacred, And kept, From all who think they know Me.
Reason for writing:
It is just talking about my lil' notebook I keep with all my poems I write :)
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