Blankness, nothing,
No writing comes to mind,
I hear the words forming,
Retreating in my head.
I have some flicker for all to see,
The pages are getting closer to me.
I try to pick the pen up in my near sight,
I dont wish to make fight.
I know the chance of this, here to be,
Nothing will ever measure up to thee.
I hear the sweet nothings that are whispered to me,
I try my best to avoid,
Run out of this here town,
Only to come home, where my heart,
Has now been thrown.
I have many words to speak,
I try my best to retreat,
I read through articles,
Through the lines,
I try my best to,
Make no crime.
