The notebook loves the pen more than the pencil.
The pencil is never around for long,
always erasing what it says.
The pencil quickly loses its edge in a relationship,
Never staying true to who it once was.
When the pencil is gone, it is gone forever.
No one will ever resupply its graphite interior.
The notebook loves the pen like no other.
Through the sweet words and the harsh words,
the pen has always stayed true.
The pen glides across the notebook, carefully
highlighting  its every line.
The pen’s performance and loyalty is like no other.
The notebook loves the pen more than the pencil.