They placed a blank piece of paper in front of me,
And told me to write out what was swarming my mind.
But somehow the pen in my hand never wrote a word,
The paper remained blank,
And my mind continued to be encased with thoughts.
But I couldn't describe it any better,
Because in the end,
The paper remained exactly as it was-
A blank piece of paper.
A Blank Piece of Paper 3/2/21 22:10
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Midnight Thoughts
PoetryJust an average girl trying to fit into a world using only words to describe her soul to others. ••These are random poems that I have thought of before and after the clock strikes midnight. They might not be the best, but you can always check them o...
