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 ?
—
Prompted @ OSI [ notebook]