What shall I pen

On this whiteboard of life

The mistakes made or

The love of my life

The pain within

That tortures my soul

Deep in the black

Psychedelic hole

A conundrum of writings

Each a short story

I wish to not bore

Only excite you with flurry

Paint you a picture

Of colours and hues

Words to delight

Give you pleasure then blue

So why is the whiteboard

Still blank and snow white

Where is the rainbow

Cursive words to ignite

The pictures within you

To outstretch your hand

Reach for my fingers

Lift me up to your land

Of visions within you

Where my words will ring true

Resonate deep in

Your soul and heart through

But maybe I’m waiting

For you to go first

Words I will drink

With hunger and thirst

So this whiteboard remains

A blank masterpiece

Still waiting for you

Until then I will cease

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