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