deliriouswithacherryontop

I keep notes of everything.
I write notes when the sky is pink and purple,
I write notes when my heart is black and blue,
I wrote notes when you held my hand,
so much so that the hand still shakes and aches,
I write notes when someone makes me red – blush or rage.
I write notes when I don’t have a soul,
I write notes when souls linger here,
way past their welcome time.
I write notes if the ice cream hurts my tooth,
I write notes when I’m the ghost in a room,
I write notes when I’m in a loop,
I write notes when I coop myself up,
I write notes for people that I love,
But I never send them out,
What if I look a fool,
As I can’t pretend to be the idea of cool?
I write notes all day, everyday.
I write notes, that’s all I do.