my page was too white
my ink was too thin
and i could not write
what my thoughts pencilled in;
slowly i sank
as the page remained blank
and the night turned to day
as i turned old and grey;
yet the pages remained hollow
and it filled me with sorrow;
but if there's one thing i could follow:
it's pain today and regret
tomorrow
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 3:12 AM UTC
my page was too white
my ink was too thin
and i could not write
what my thoughts pencilled in;
slowly i sank
as the page remained blank
and the night turned to day
as i turned old and grey;
yet the pages remained hollow
and it filled me with sorrow;
but if there's one thing i could follow:
it's pain today and regret
tomorrow
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