The paper on my desk,
Waiting to get exploited
Since the day I met you

Ink on my shelf,
Waiting to be spilled
& wash my sorrows in blue

Pen in my pocket,
Waiting to scribble
The cries of my heart it listened to

Unspoken words,
Waiting to come out
In cursive, but mute

..

Here I start,
My first chapter
About heartache & you