A/N This is a Petrarchan sonnet (ABBA ABBA DCE DCE) dedicated to my beloved notebook at home. AKA the only reason I haven't killed someone.
My notebook is filled ¾ way full with blue pen
Yellow cover, college ruled, idea filled page
Releasing the thoughts trapped within my brain from their cage
But blue is the only color I will write in
Poetry, stories, all written in pen
It's something you can't erase, it won't fade
Everything is beautiful if it's all in one shade
When I'm morose, I only have to open the notebook again
In pen, you can always see your line of thought
What you crossed out, rewrote, added in
Circled sentences, misspelt words, edited but never perfect
My yellow notebook is the best listener I've got
I don't wield a sword, but my trusty blue pen
My words in the precios notebook battling the inner conflict
Fun fact: I actually wrote this poem for English class.