With a blank sheet of paper I pen my thoughts
In hopes that with them in writing they may be forgot
So welcoming with its blankness it asks me to write
So welcoming with its blankness it asks me to write
Secrets from my heart that I keep locked away so tight
I write the things I dare not tell anyone
I often wish I would so that known to you they could become.
I say to this blank paper that times haven’t been easy
How I yearn for these days to pass by so quickly
I confess to it that this is the deepest pain my heart has ever known
And often this pain that’s felt is rarely ever shown
Poured out onto this paper are my words left unsaid
As are the tears from this loss that I still continue to shed
Painful memories constantly haunt my mind
Looking for the day they need no longer be mine
Upon each completed page of my purge from suppressed
emotionI write the things I dare not tell anyone
I often wish I would so that known to you they could become.
I say to this blank paper that times haven’t been easy
How I yearn for these days to pass by so quickly
I confess to it that this is the deepest pain my heart has ever known
And often this pain that’s felt is rarely ever shown
Poured out onto this paper are my words left unsaid
As are the tears from this loss that I still continue to shed
Painful memories constantly haunt my mind
Looking for the day they need no longer be mine
I obtain a small ounce of relief to embrace and call my own
