Staring at the blank page
light blue, red, and white
the metal spiral to the left
that makes it hard to write.
The black ink from my pen
stains the empty white,
moving down line by line
the page becomes less white.
The pen is spilling words
hoping they make sence,
but its as if my pen is cursed,
because it can never finished the rest.
So im still staring at this blank page,
waiting for inspiration..

But as i move down the plain
of light blue, red, and white,
i finally get the indication
as the page is no longer bright.
And some of you might not understand
but yet some of you might.
but it's an accomplishment to be done,
i've finally finished one.