Goldfinch60

Differing Words.

The blank page sits in front of me,

The words in my mind drop onto it

And create something for others to read.

It may be good,

It may be bad,

But those words have left my mind

Clearing it for others to come.

They may be words of happiness,

They may be words of sadness,

But each time the page is filled

The words will be different,

Different from the words once written.