Sometimes a blank paper
can crumple the thunder
and laugh at its movie scream
cause there's nothing scarier
than the lines no one can read
verbose pages
only chatter
fancy half truths
the brightest dress
covers up
the saddest mess
But when the writer
writes in white
their soul is battling
the darkest night
It's the knock unheard
when tired feet fail
to make it to the door.
When the heart
those feet have taken so far,
has collapsed outside,
beneath a moon without language,
only a silent shine
that can't tell you
where to find the lost
Call off the search
and look away.
Don't you worry
Somehow
I've made it through
another night
and now I plan to drive
like I stole today.
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