If I had a notebook shaped like her
I would never write on the pages,
I would never draw on the pages,
I would never paint on the pages,
because I would never want to think
of ever needing a new notebook.
If I had a notebook shaped like her
I would open it to a blank page
every day and play music to it,
I’d sing it a song that I practiced,
draw a picture with words I crafted,
paint feelings with melody and chords.
If I had a notebook shaped like her
I would look at the pages without
words or drawings or paintings on them
and they would be perfect memories
of me playing music and singing
to the perfect pages shaped like her.
I would never write on the pages,
I would never draw on the pages,
I would never paint on the pages,
because I would never want to think
of ever needing a new notebook.
If I had a notebook shaped like her
I would open it to a blank page
every day and play music to it,
I’d sing it a song that I practiced,
draw a picture with words I crafted,
paint feelings with melody and chords.
If I had a notebook shaped like her
I would look at the pages without
words or drawings or paintings on them
and they would be perfect memories
of me playing music and singing
to the perfect pages shaped like her.
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Careful Thoughts And Getting Lost
Princess From Atlantis Without A Band-Aid
In Which I Do Something Almost Like A Craft!
Notebooks (A Start)
The Endless Death Of Maple White
Six Billion Happy Memories
The Occult Technology Of Lost Songs
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