im staring at the blank white paper...

Staring at the blank white paper
Figuring the best word to write after
Tho the time keeps ticking
and the fan excitedly spinning
The mysterious words of heart
cant seem to find a way to start

Flipping through my little songs creation
Such worthless number
yet highly passion
Conveying messages about my thoughts
Things that i have been silently brief alot

And now im trying to add the number
But this brain seems a little dumber
Even a title of love as to begin
I dont even know the potential melody to sing

Im staring at the blank white paper
Am still figuring out what to write after

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