In her little red book, secrets lie,
Thoughts and dreams beneath the sky.
Pages hold whispers, laughter and tears,
A keeper of moments, through days and years.
Her heart in the words, simple and true,
A treasure of stories, just for her view.
In that little red book, the world feels right,
A canvas of memories, day and night.
Each man a phone number, just In waiting
Who will be the next recall sat just waiting
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
Stay and read please. Like&follow me. If my poetry touches your ♥️ maybe leave a small tip
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