The rings falling off,
pages stained by coffee spilt,
drawings of dinosaurs and elephants and imaginary beasts
all over the edges of the pages.
You call it a notebook,
I call it a safe haven,
a journal,
a mystical world,
it's everything down to a Utopia,
the perfect fantasy.
I create magic in this notebook,
I create words that won't be forgotten,
not even when I'm dead,
you'll still remember what I wrote to you.
Letters and stories,
haikus and free-verse,
a world that is all my own
put into hundreds of words strung together
just like a necklace.
But so much more priceless than any jewelry
not even the most expensive diamond necklace or ring can compare,
nothing else can provide such a dream come true,
nothing else can make me feel as safe,
nothing else can take me as far away.
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