Empty and blank,
The sheet stares back

Notes, pages, piles, reams
Coffee stains, broken pencils, ruined dreams

Convoluted metaphors strewn crumpled on the floor
Vacant words on vacant pages, pent-up feelings trapped in cages

Pretty words so meaningless
Thoughts

Driving down a dreary lane
Once my yellow brick road
There is no place like home
There is no place like home
Do I want to go home?
Somehow I'm not so sure

They tore down the palace hall
To make space for shopping malls
The occupation of our kings
Se

I would offer her the world
Promised we would never part
I'd indulge her every way
And carve her name forever in my heart

But this is now so long ago,
and I can barely remember.
Her standing there in the pouring rain.
Waiting for someone to save her

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