The Abandoned Notebook

I made a mistake; thinking ahead, I usually stay between the lines, Loving what I have, rather than being led, Avoiding all confusion and signs, But now I have an abandoned notebook in my hand, No lines written, only regret in command. I made a mistake; being attached too fast; Now I'm left with sleepless nights, And a heart tattered in cast, My eyes didn't always burn with those lights, As I gazed upon the abandoned notebook in my hand, No lines spoken, no space given to understand. I made a mistake; creeping ahead of the line, A crossing I didn't mean to cross, A line disrupting what should've been mine, Now I was only left with sorrow and loss, As I opened the abandoned notebook in my hand, No lines read, ruining everything that was planned. I made a mistake; speaking, Now I'm scared of being what I was, Why my head won't stop it's shrieking? Constantly ringing, "You ain't nothin' but a lost cause" As I wrote in the abandoned notebook in my hand, A line made, after being banned. I made a mistake; thinking of her all the time, Now my mind is corroding, as she departs, Am I a prisoner, being punished for my crime? Now even a smile, shatters me in several parts. As I closed the abandoned notebook in my hand, I cannot leave it unwritten, even if I've lost my stand. I will paint my heart in the notebook, as I hand her, The abandoned notebook in my hand. Hector Solomone Moone