Paper

A paper ...

 Blank and white

Pen in my hand

Penning down my thoughts

I wish I could write

 For hours and hours.

No checking rhymes, no rhythms

No such words, no breathtaking sentences.

 But if I try a little harder to think what to write then just maybe the page won't forever stay white.

When I look at a blank piece of paper I get the urge to write.

With what, you may ask

Dreams, hopes, and feelings that I could never say.

Writing silently speaks up my mind.

You can't be judged when you write because it is just who you are

And it's all possible because of the blank piece of paper.