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 
          
                  
                  

                      

                          

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                      class="hljs-keyword">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 cant  be judged when you write because its just who you are 
And it's all possible because of the blank piece of paper .