an old notepad…

pages full
of
broken words
some
never spoken
others
discarded
as
foolish
dreams
some
secrets
have been pressed
like
roses
between
the pages
left there
to
dry
and
die
never to be read
by
anyone
mere
remnants
of
what could have been
or
should have been
but
never
became
there are some words
even
if found
lying around
would be
seen
like
the scribblings
of
a child
who never learned
to
color
within the lines
a maverick
of
society
whose
offerings
of
words
without question
shall be
ignored

 

4 thoughts on “an old notepad…

  1. Every day I manage to wake up and see another day in this world is possible, I see it as a gift and just do my best. 🙂 Stay well! Happy Halloween! 🙂

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