I look at another empty page
It tempts me to write something
So I rack my brains
And pick up a pen
And let it shape the words
They take their own path
And let a story flow.
The tip of the pen glides across
As the empty page stains
And maybe the pen glides
On top of words again
To cut them out
And make something better.
I write maybe for myself
And maybe the readers delve
For I hope my words mean something more than for just myself
The pens stops
For there is clot
But then it jolts back to life
When something sparks
I may fail to capture your attention
But I can't stop
For you see
Every story starts with an empty page.
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A/n:I think it's pretty obvious what I'm about to say. Yes, I am about to say that chocolate is life! :D
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Potions to the Heart
PoetryThere is a world beyond reality. There is a story behing every melody. There is a secrect in every story. And there is a hidden meaning in every poem. This book contains my works and my tries to write diffrent poems,qoutes,stories etc. There might b...
