Oh, planner you are my life contained in coffee-stained pages
We are never apart, in fact I think we have become one
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So I wanted to describe out relationship in a few different stages
Our First Meeting:
You were so shiny and new and ready for me to put my life into you
When I realized you were color-coded, I felt my heart flutter
I flipped through each day, month, and year and saw all the things that we could do
You were so perfectly organized that you made me melt like butter
I picked up a pencil and began to mark all of my important dates
Even your smooth and marbled cover made me feel like a boss
My handwriting fit so smoothly into each day and in that moment I knew we were destined to by the fates
Yet, a part of me was scared because if you were ever to leave I knew it would be a devastating loss
The Honeymoon Phase:
As I began college I knew our love could not be fleeting
I felt no fear because you were by my side
I wrote everything down from due dates and to-do lists and assignments and meetings
And soon our love felt worldwide
We had formed the perfect system
I gave you my heart, my life, my struggles and strife
Your color, squares, perfect lines and notes...I couldn’t resist ‘em
We were partners in crime, and partners in life
Trouble In Paradise:
But of course it could never have stayed perfect forever
A few months in and your pages were smattered with too many things to do
And every time I looked at you life seemed like a hopeless endeavor
Our love had turned the saddest shade of blue
Your calendar was smeared with pencil marks and tears
I could feel how disappointed you were with my illegible notes and disorganized mess
All seemed so bleak and weary, we had lost our once immortal cheer
Our relationship had succumbed to a little something called stress
Where We Are Today:
We have worked in these last few weeks to rebuild our trust
I’ve tried to do so much better by you
We have both come to realize that our relationship is still a must
I think we are going back to our old ways, it’s a little like deja vu
So thank you, my beautiful little planner for being there for me
For letting me put stickers on you, cry to you, write in you, and depend on you
I would be a disaster without you and I do decree:
