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This empty page has potential like me, To write the lines that tell a horrible tale Or to depict the dark scene of the graphite terror This empty page has no emotion Which will I give it? Which will show? I'm no artist nor poet, But a simple being who brings life onto this lonely page This empty page is transparent as can be The secrets I'll hide within the words and ink The words I'll never speak, but cloak beneath the veil of lines and charcoal This empty page is a fresh start, Not yet stained with the mistakes of life, No smudges nor failed words scar the white I'm no wiseman, just a simple boy Yet the dark on the page shock those around; Makes them question what could've brought the black This empty page is nothing but a story With each one completed, another chapter is written It's a story of the past frozen in the present This empty page will be my legacy, The greatness that it can be, awaits its creator to pour his soul To fill the void with his damaged heart And to show the scars he tries to hide
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
This Empty Page
This empty page has potential like me, To write the lines that tell a horrible tale Or to depict the dark scene of the graphite terror This empty page has no emotion Which will I give it? Which will show? I'm no artist nor poet, But a simple being who brings life onto this lonely page This empty page is transparent as can be The secrets I'll hide within the words and ink The words I'll never speak, but cloak beneath the veil of lines and charcoal This empty page is a fresh start, Not yet stained with the mistakes of life, No smudges nor failed words scar the white I'm no wiseman, just a simple boy Yet the dark on the page shock those around; Makes them question what could've brought the black This empty page is nothing but a story With each one completed, another chapter is written It's a story of the past frozen in the present This empty page will be my legacy, The greatness that it can be, awaits its creator to pour his soul To fill the void with his damaged heart And to show the scars he tries to hide
javier-garza
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
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