The paper that's never written on,
No bents or tears,
It lays on the desk in silence,
Can be useful in many ways,
It's never used and is breathing in silence,
It was always seen on the desk, but no one took it to write or draw,
The paper starts to look duller than it was,
The dust starts to build upon it,
The paper just stays still,
A person puts the paper in the recycling,
The paper continues to be blank
YOU ARE READING
Poems with Jasables
PoesíaPoems are love, Poems are life, It's the soul of me And what I can be. My crowd gets big, And keeps getting bigger, That's cuz Jesus Christ is mah love! Peace. *Mic drop* I thought I was going to say it, didn't u?
