Tuesday, 31 May 2011

Blank

I feel like a blank page...
But no... You can't write on me anymore...
with your bright green pen... You can't put your thoughts on my pages anymore...

I have torn the pages away where you wrote earlier... I tore the pages and burnt them... saw the ash fly away into the dark night while I made smoke rings in the air...

I wish I was a slate... I could've just wiped away your words then...

4 comments:

Sutta said...

Read a blog after so long. Could relate myself by every nuclei in the recent couple of posts.

Ouch!

zephyr said...

feels messed up doesnt it? :P

well burn those pages then...

Rashmi said...

Just hopped on here...Nice read! Strangely i could relate very well though :)
Cheers!

zephyr said...

@rashmi : cheers to u too! :)