editorial note: this is one of my favorite poems, for no reason at all, except that i always gain inspiration from it...
Sitting here, an open page,
pencil scratching meaningless lines,
trying to speak,
give voice to feelings inside,
I fail to speak my heart
it is not what lays here.
It is only pencil marks,
they can not show my feelings.
I do not have the words to make you see,
to make you feel like me.
I can only try to write,
attempting words for thoughts.
So, I sit, at an open page,
thinking, writing, looking,
For words to make you see, to make you feel,
The way I feel inside this open page.
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