These tears I've cried

Have washed away

Little pieces of me

The hurt,

The pain I've born has

Torn away

Page after page

Filled with feelings

And dreams I believed

Scribbled lovingly in my journal.

Now all that remains

Is a stain,

A blurry reflection

Of the woman

I once was.

I am

Quiet and shy

But they say

They have a

Life, a spirit, a say,

It's all here

In black and white

Ideas with which to play,

Creates a world

Where all want to stay

A place where they can

Have

Romantic musings.