Blank

Points in my life are as blank as an unused piece of paper

But yet those are my happiest times

With no marks

Lines

Or wrinkles



Then slowly as I come in contact with you I become a small wad tears





Every crease tells a tale of grief and heartbreak

Every spot telling a story of hope

With few spots compared to crinkles

I have no hope to spare

But plenty of heartbreaks to share



I just wish I could go back to the single blank piece once more so you just dissapear.