A Blank Page is all l see
And already l want to fill it
My life is like an empty dream
That has no real-found purpose
Except when l look into your eyes
And that's when the words appear
That's when l feel the dream l'm in
Starts to have a meaning
And that a life with nothing in it
Is something more than fairytales
I'm half-asleep here in your arms
But more awake than I've ever been
And love's sweet labors-battles lost and won-
Are my heart's true favors
My life is blank
With nothing on it
So l have nothing to give to you
But if you want it
If you'll take it
I have a sweet heart for you
YOU ARE READING
Who I Am; A Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry that reflects my life and soul. Also has my thoughts on various things, and poems about my crushes, and shouldn't be super depressing. (Shocking for a book of poetry on Wattpad, right?) Turns out you don't have to be suicidal to write poetry.
