Blank Paper

The clock drone on and on

Tick-tock , tick-tock

In front of me a blank paper

In my hand , a pencil .

It’s so tempting to just start writing a letter ,

But to who ?

And about what ?

Things aren’t the same anymore

No one to write to .

And nothing to write about .

I’d write to YOU , but i wouldn’t find any reason to .

My paper stays blank .





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haybug35618 said...
Nov. 22, 2011 at 8:42 pm

Repetitive, but deep (: Definitly can relate.

 

 
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