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blank page, forgotton words, free verse, love, notebook, original work, poem, poems, poetry, prose, rejects corner, spilled ink, theme, unfinished ideas, writer, writing
You were my poem.
You were in the words that slipped through my fingers
And onto a blank page.
You were my free verse
because only the best things are free and without structure.
You were my prose
Delicately painting a picture of forever in my head
That would last long after I set the piece down.
Even though you have left
You are still my poem.
You are the unfinished ideas
And forgotten words
You are the theme that was a little too forced.
You are in the poem somewhere in the middle of my notebook
That I can’t figure out how to end
Finish
Complete