jsut kinda ends, i know....i couldnt think of ne thing else after that...lol let me know wut u think so far.
A blank page
Stares at me.
Nothing to write,
Yet so much to say.
No word to express,
Yet so much to feel.
But still the page is blank;
Still, no words are there.
And then,
It comes.
Like a flood in a drought,
Food in a famine,
Calm amidst fears,
Love amidst loneliness,
it comes.
Words,
sweet words.
Words to express
my heart.
Words to write down
my very soul
on paper.
What I will do with it,
once finished,
I know not.
Perhaps
I will rip them.
Perhaps
I will keep them.
Perhaps
I will share them.
Perhaps,
Even,
I will burn them.
I know not.
But it doesn’t matter.
For now,
it doesn’t matter.
So long as they’re there,
and not inside,
torturing;
burning
my soul.
So long as
they don’t
have to hurt me
Anymore.
Thanks! 