Little Red Notebook
Little Red Notebook
Little red notebook resting in a corner
Closed to all, save one pair of eyes
Stained and torn pages from cover to cover
Full of some truths and one lie
Dark midnight ink disfiguring the page
Revealing the color of a soul
Pen scratching words of ecstasy and rage
The only way to make her feel whole.
Thoughts rain down from her mind
With the speed of a bubbling test tube
She's searching for something to find
Or something to break her out of this cube
Four walls closing in tight
Only words slipping through the cracks
Scrawled in a little red notebook they just might—
Have the strength to keep her on the tracks.