The Notebook, Blue…

The notebook blue
These words aren’t for you
It’s spine torn and bent
Every last chance I’ve spent
And sold second hand

So, here’s to you
And hoping you’re not blue
I could try to write the words
To make you soar with the birds
Put a smile on your face, tap your foot with the band

Welcome, to my mind
Time to follow all the lines I can find
And put to paper all that I’ve never said
With your help, maybe we can put this all to bed
Scribble it all out to make it through this

All the errs and fixes I’ve tried to find
Just to maybe set it straight, my mind
From what my right hand has forgotten
To all that has spoiled rotten
Of all this we shall speak, we will get through this

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The Notebook, Blue…

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