I scribble across the page,
An unworthy opponent to my pen,
As words scratch by,
One after another,
Until I tear the paper apart
And stare at another blank one,
The words screaming to get out,
But my pen silent once more.
I scribble across the page,
An unworthy opponent to my pen,
As words scratch by,
One after another,
Until I tear the paper apart
And stare at another blank one,
The words screaming to get out,
But my pen silent once more.