I lost my notebook the other day It didn’t quite look like something I had made. It looked too pristine, too manicured. I wrote on its pages with all my heart, I could have no way of knowing it wasn’t messy enough.
It had a grey cover. My last name written on the inside. It wasn’t exactly filled yet… But the words inside tumbled out like I’d never intended them to.
It’s long gone. Probably left in my classroom… Maybe on the floor of my car. Who knows! I don’t quite have the energy to look right now. Not enough energy until it’s too late to look.
I spent six dollars on it. Down at the local craft store. Its’ cover design fades from white to black, Very different from the contrast of my pen. I only ever used black ink. Maybe it’s because, that’s what color pen was closest.
I lost my notebook the other day. Hopefully someone will find it. I guess they’ll probably read my name on the cover, God help me if they read anything but my name. They might think I’m sad. I guess they’d be right.
Believe it or not this is based on a true story, and I’ve lost my poetry notebook! The only place I would’ve left it is in my classroom or in my car, the only places my bag went that day, but I’m worried I’ve lost it for good. Basically this poem isn’t even metaphorical and is 100% literal Update: I found it!!!!!!