Little Black Book

by allie   Apr 5, 2006


I open the book, but what to write
the pages are so blank and ominous
so instead I take the bottle of ink
and spill them on the white

they are stained with the dark
and there is much less to fill
but I pick out a new color to stand out
the red

I now make my mark very carefully
for there is not much space to write on now
I must think very hard before I write something
and be careful not to make a mistake

even as I finish, the page is cluttered
it is hard to understand
it is dark, and messy
of very hard to see

so you just close the book
and set it aside
but I understand why
I know I'm not worth the effort

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