white wash

ink blot
another page has turned,
another chapter that's starting,
and another life to live.

i throw the piece of paper because the ink blot
its messy its dirty
but that piece of paper holds so much that i had to keep it away
for some reason of looking back into details

a piece of scrap paper means a lot
it's the start of everything wonderful
and yet the product of a chaotic mind
but still beautiful

i seek for certain words to fit in
but what do i have here
an ink blot
i tried to wash it away and erase, but alas! i give up

a white lie is a white lie
but where would my lie be classified to
i guess....its not a lie at all
i laughed.

i looked at those eyes
behold, the eyes that holds nothing
they're so empty i dont know what to think
and i dont know what to ask

if i can erase all those pain
if i can erase that tiny blot
then its pure again
if only i can wash it all off.