I still have this notebook
But the covers have faded,
and the pages are now frayed
I went back and read the entries
The words make no sense
And looking back, I realize
all those words used to comfort me
And now they're just scribbles,
unfamiliar to my heart
I'm finally ready
to give the world
what you gave to me
I knew you were never ready to face the world
with tattered hearts
and unfinished entries
but thank you
for being my draft
YOU ARE READING
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
