Between Notebook Pages (negativity...Yayy!)

Ink, blood and tears,

Bittersweet memories,

Caught up in red and blue lines and margins,

Flowers pressed between the pages,

Petals like velvet-paper dry and dying,

Still beautiful though, the red darkened to wine-black,

The leather cover clean of blood and ink,

Well-preserved by the standards of the other tattered, falling-to-pieces,

Recordings of pain,

I ain't desensitized by human cruelty,

I can still feel emotion,

I just note it on notebook pages,

Instead of scarring it upon my heart.

 

 

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