THIS JOURNAL

He brought me this journal and it touched my heart
I said the first poem would be for you but I don’t know where to start

I just write down the things that are in my heart
But now I’m sitting here trying to get a running start

I cant force my writing its something you have to feel
No one is suppose to know about it, no one is suppose to see
I do all of this to relax, it’s kind of like therapy

He is sitting here waiting for me to write something down
But I just glanced over there and gave him a frown

Are you finished yet baby do you need another pen
I just look up from this journal and turned my frown into a grin

He’s is always so sweet to me and always so kind
But I’m scared to get close to him from what I might find
He said he’s like my journal his life is a open book
I hesitate to turn the pages even though I want to look

Everyone has a past and we all should leave it there
But I pretend like it doesn’t bother me I pretend I don’t care

What’s tripped out is I like him so much and he doesn’t even know
I am good at hiding my feelings so I never let them show

I tried writing about you is what I said
But I just wrote down what is in my head
He brought me this journal and only the first page he can see
Its not about anybody special its just how I SEE ME

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