It sits in front of me mocking,

Daring me to mare it’s untouched surface,

Longing to hold all my great words,

To be the first to absorb all that I dream.

All the secrets deep within my soul,

Thoughts that most wouldn’t dare want to know.

A blank piece of paper,

My best friend,

My enemy,

Always stable,

Always the center of my madness,

Always faithful as it is untrue,

Just waiting for my magic to come through.

It knows one day it will be a crumbled tattered rough draft,

With drops of coffee defacing it’s back,

Still it doesn’t care,

This torture it will endure,

Just to be part of a story of two.