A blank piece of paper,
And a pencil filled with lead.
I can't seem to sort through,
all the cluttered thoughts in my head.
There's so much that I want to say,
But nothing seems to come out right.
Is this even worth the trouble,
Will you even appreciate what I write?
Time flies by quickly,
The day has come to an end.
A blank paper still lay before me,
I can no longer try to pretend.
It's time to move on from the past,
Forget about my concerns, worries and fears.
There's a reason I've never been able to forget you,
Even after all these years.
So I'll do my best with my words,
If they aren't enough, than neither am I.
My words say everything my mouth can't,
The truth they surely don't deny.
I look down and the paper is nearly full,
With a few spots where tears did fall.
Is this enough for you,
Do you even understand at all?
I crumble up that piece of paper,
Filled with words written just for you.
They don't seem good enough,
I know they just won't do.
All I can do for now is start over,
And hope I can help you understand.
But no one seems to know me better,
than this piece of paper, and pencil in my hand.
written by me.