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.

Blue Pen

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

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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

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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

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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.