Ode to my notebook

To the little leather-bound book that I keep on my nightstand,

You serve me well,

By keeping my secrets tucked safely in your pages.

Secrets that I know you would never tell.

Notebook, my dear friend,

The one I turn to with my ink and ever scribbling pen,

Stay close to me, never leave my side,

For in your pages, is where I long to hide.

Just take me in, and place me along the margin,

Fold me in within the spine.

Keep me safe inside your binding

And let me rest among your lines.

My friend most true,

No one has ever understood me, like you do.

No judgements to be found,

Even for my thoughts less profound.