Life is like a notebook.
You scribble on some pages,
play tic- tac- toe on others.
You sometimes write poems
or stories about that special lover.
There are hearts, smiley faces,
x's and o's.
But the way you feel,
only your notebook knows.
You write about your relationships,
the good,the bad, and the ugly.
You doodle his name and yours.
Proud to call him your own,
you feel so lucky.
You reread the things you wrote,
stare at them with awe.
Never leave your memories behind,
nor forget the things you saw.
Life is like a notebook.
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