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