The Blank Paper

So the paper is blank

but so neatly lined!

And I want so badly to fill it,

but every time I try

words just don't come,

and I'm left with a million tiny scribbles


On the blank paper,

I can set down my pen

and tell myself to start,

but it never works;

I decieve myself

because i can't write when I try


And then, late at night

while I'm trying to sleep

that little idea will nag

and my eyes won't stay closed

until I write my thoughts down

on the neat little lines on blank paper

The End

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