NotebookA Poem by black.butterflysecret storiesNotebook Is innocence what you see? I say it's nothing but a mere need. You know nothing about me, for I’m a notebook you can’t read. You choose to believe that you know, just like how I choose to ignore. You suffer and yet you don’t let go. I don’t see what all of this is for. I can only write my own stories, where this girl meets a boy. They are saved by fairies. It ends with a kiss of supreme joy. You might be the real thing, but you see, I only need you. I can’t lie to be a girl given a ring. In my story, you only exist as a foe. © 2010 black.butterflyAuthor's Note
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