I am completely blank—
A pen in hand
and a hurting heart
is a dangerous combination I have mastered.

You look like heaven
but I felt hell;
I yearned you stay in my dreams
where I only know you.

The sky is nothing for me
even if it yields the most beautiful color.
As I look only below
with a pen and a space I would write.

I am still blank—
no emotions I call my own,
I just write everything borrowed from you.
It is by the pen in hand
and a hurting heart.