The Notebook

September 12, 2011
I open it up to write, the words flow cautiously
embarking on a new journey
Written with so much blood I can almost taste the iron

It’s impossible to be me,with you around
It’s hard to explain how the pages dissapears
how the notebook erases memories
and slowly dies a painless death
It’s impossible to recall the hidden messages.

The girl, like the notebook, is easily forgotten
Easily lost, with nothing but errors
The girl grows cold, like a notebook left behind
Like a notebook, she’s thrown away

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