A Sheet of White Paper
My mind is blank today

a white piece of paper

incidentally stained

by the cup of your coffee

on a typical morning

these brown lines

relentlessly circling

around the same topic

you will regret it — later

when you’ll sit down to write

and for another, whiter and prettier paper

you will cast me aside

and maybe tomorrow

lost in thought and so kind

you will doodle a picture

on the sheet of my mind

and I’ll lay there, surrendered

and I’ll wait for the day

when you finally crumple

and throw me away
['Lunatic Thoughts']
['Love', 'Feelings', 'Sadness', 'Thoughts', 'Poetry']