Silly poetry :33

A poem to my crust ass sketchbook

(It's literally falling apart help me)
It's been a long two years with you. 6th grade was the beginning of our journey, but it will soon come to an end. Almost all of the pages are full of art and doodles. So many good drawings are waiting behind that crusty green cover that's covered in drawings.

The spiral holding you together, squished like a waffle house pancake. Only four pages left to go, Oh wait never mind.. three pages- Goodbye my best friend, it was nice knowing you.

You were like a best friend to me when I needed someone to talk to at 3AM. So many good memories all in one place..

So many good character designs and pinterest references, all on a piece of a dead tree. You were like a child to me, it saddens me to see you go like this.

Goodbye my musty, dusty, crusty, and rusty sketchbook.I wish it didn't have to end like this
I'll never let one die like you again.

*wipes a tear* ( it adds drama :3 )