A beautiful composition,
It is coming together.
I sit here reeling in my thought,
A pen in hand, a feeling,
and a notebook bound in leather.
In an ideal world,
These would be so easy to find,
Free of rules,
Thoughts would flow in,
Words wouldn’t just tease my mind,
But I continue writing,
There is so much to say.
Hoping to find utopia,
My world of perfect words,
I am getting closer every day.
The night continues breathing,
And slowly, I start to see.
My words at large - unbound, unrestricted.
This little diary is my perfect world.
No where else I'd rather be.
It is coming together.
I sit here reeling in my thought,
A pen in hand, a feeling,
and a notebook bound in leather.
In an ideal world,
These would be so easy to find,
Free of rules,
Thoughts would flow in,
Words wouldn’t just tease my mind,
But I continue writing,
There is so much to say.
Hoping to find utopia,
My world of perfect words,
I am getting closer every day.
The night continues breathing,
And slowly, I start to see.
My words at large - unbound, unrestricted.
This little diary is my perfect world.
No where else I'd rather be.
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