A Blank Piece of Paper
Again, I pull out my notebook
my mind is bursting with ideas
of ways to make this paper come alive
Do I write a poem?
A story?
Or do I draw a picture?
Or should I do all three?
The pictures in my mind are beautiful
The words are profound
But when my pen touches the paper
the pictures vanish
and the words are gone;
they have disappeared without a sound.
Maybe some other day I'll write
and blow the world away
but as for now,
all that remains is
a blank piece of paper.
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Love, Thought, and Emotion Poems - a collection of all my poetry on Wattpad
شِعرMost of these are love poems, and those are the ones I put first. Then, I have my poems on random thoughts, then stuff on depression and other things like that.
