Red Tulips

You'll only always ever see
me with the little blue notebook
and weird pencil
writing the things you never see
the invisible thoughts underlining your words
blowing away the promising flower
the white rose you swore to her
and I wrote the roses death
like she never cared
because she didn't
and I did
and you still never noticed
even when
I wrote about you
and only you
you gave me the red tulip
and you noticed
and you gave me
a new little blue notebook
and weird pencil
and you carried
a little black notebook
and a weird pen
and we wrote the things everyone else
never saw
with a red tulip
sitting in-between us

The End

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