I could be the same
Blank page
Trying to be colored
As you expected
I was the none to care
As for me I was again blank
Every colorful flower
I was the thorn
I was the substance
With no feelings
Every water
Mixing with whatever the situation is
I found myself unhealthy
Decolorizing my nature
But In any situations
Don’t expect my solutions
As I was far away moving on
You found every green
In every dark
As such this page
Written by me
Always untrue
And will be blank for you
Thinking that
One day
You would come and scribble
Every non sense
Which makes
Sense one day
For me
My book
As those unlimited page
Which will surely have a page
Unread and unwritten
Which at times
Makes you demoralize
At times makes you
Think of many
Who were never like me
Those were the days
And these are the days
Which you and me
Unknown
Even after nibbling
My heart
You will find
I will be there for you
As this page
Thought to be
Blank again
For inscribing
Every worry you had
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