A blank page
Wrote a book about us It seemed well versed, A fairytale to tell my kids It was all unrehearsed. I let my pen flow through And my mind began to race, Took me to places Where I saw a child in your face. You'd prance around holding my hand And kiss it any chance you got, Then yours began to shake Because of the nervousness it brought. Your smiles, your frowns Were visible in my script, And as my pages filled I felt a rush of fits. Cause I stayed up for nights As my fingers went numb, But the stories had no end And I still had more fingers and thumbs. I reached where I was too scared to go on And left a blank page, just to be fair, For I knew the beginning and the end And yet, I still seemed to dare.