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Many hearts are caught in this game we’ve played

But tonight, that will all change.

The second-hand ticks-ticks away

But the minutes take hours, the hours take days.

When I see you tonight, when we meet face to face

How will you be feeling, what will you say?

Will your eyes dance like a pair of flames, or will their light fade away?

Our hearts linger, together, in the shade

Intertwined by the sins we’ve made

And I know things cannot continue this way

But as night slowly follows day

I wonder which heart is bound to break.

 

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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.