One word that repeats

in all its pages –

LOVE : different days,

different ways,

for different people

my heart did sway..

But did you not know

the pattern that was

of liking and failure

the emotional contrast..

dear notebook, I know

you gave me signs

of potential troubles

much before time..

you even wrote in bold

the true feelings i had

but could you not teach

the mind to not go mad..

of HIM i think so much now

but do I ever stand a chance

to let him hear my doubt

where in his life do I stand ?

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Prompted @ OSI [ notebook]