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The inspiration has left me again

Now I’m just alone and depressed.

I am bored with nothing to do

But play with this ribbon, a teal-like blue.

It marks the pages I have yet to write in

Dark green lines stretching from margin to margin

At some point I will fill you with random poems like this

When that day comes on my shelf you will sit

With other notebooks like you sitting side by side

Until you all fill a bookshelf sky high.

Thank you, plaid green notebook, for giving me something to do

For giving me a reason to write in you.

Worn-Out

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When you fall in love

You cannot fall out

Is that why

You make me want to shout?

I want to scream

At the sight of your face

At the moments we shared

Gone to waste.

I want to shriek

At the energy spent

Trying to figure you out

And your sly comments.

I want to squeal

With the frustration you brought

With the precious memories

You forgot.

I want to yell

To the heavens

For giving me a reason

To cry.

When you fall in love

You cannot fall out

That is why

My heart is worn out.