The Blank Page

I sit on my bed

Just thinking about you

With a pen and paper in my hand

And so many memories in my mind



Yet I look at the paper

It’s blank

Just the whiteness of the page

Staring back at me



Why with so much love

That I feel for you

Can’t I put something down?

And let you know what my heart feels.



Is it possible that I am afraid?

Or is it because I’m to proud

Or do I know that I’ll never get

A second chance with you my dear



I just wish you know the truth

Of the sentiments that I can’t explain

and I hope one day I can sit down

Reflect a bit, and fill in the blank page.