The empty lined page
Of a notebook,
Cover torn away,
Its spiral exposed
Old and broken,
Not a single word written
Not a single word spoken,
On that empty lined page
Of a notebook.
The empty lined page
Of a notebook,
With edges frayed,
My canvas is blank,
Waiting and ready,
For a word to be written,
My hand nice and steady,
On that empty lined page
Of a notebook.
The empty lined page
Of a notebook
Words spilling out
Coming to life,
My ideas break free
At last a word written,
That belongs only to me
On that empty lined page
Of a notebook.
