A blank sheet I am,
and so I would remain,
if left alone in a corner,
to await a turn of fate.
I like not myself like this,
some words i always want,
to make my life a little better
will you not give me a chance ?
I slip out of my place
and follow you around
towards winds i try to crawl
unless you hold me down.
Oh the first scratch,
the strikes and the flowing lines
the words, the tears, the smiles,
these memories will keep me alive.
Inspired by this poem : http://musingsofachaoticsoul.blogspot.in/2012/02/blank-piece-of-paper.html