Blank Pages

Blank Pages

by Allie Marie

 

The book is in my hands.

Every page is blank.

Empty room crowded

by only my thoughts.

 

Give me some

underlining meaning,

unprepared significance

that will bring you to me.

 

See me

over by the fireplace

I’ll dry the teardrops from your face

then I’ll set you free.

 

Hear me

the words are lodged down  my throat

that I haven’t wrote

and we ‘ll let this be.

 

The flames aglow dance alone.

They won’t hit my heart.

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