Poetry is nothing without an inspiration
I'm happy I found mine and it's you
Sometimes it's hard expressing feelings
But I express mine perfectly on a notepad
The pen is my dream
And my heart is the ink
So I pour my heart out to you, the notepad.
It's probably hard to understand my poems
But try to read between the lines
Cos between every thin line, there is a blank part and that's the part I try to show
The emptiness, that's what I feel without you

Thank you.
From Moore, the black dude in a black coat