• Beginnings never looked better
    A blank sheet of paper
    A brand new pen
    Thoughts flow through the veins
    And into the ink
    To be spilled onto the paper.
    Words flow from your veins
    To mix with the ink
    Ink flows from the pen
    And back into your veins
    Clouding the blood
    With blue or black ink
    As your feelings explode
    Changing the blank sheet of paper
    Into a masterpiece
    If only in your eyes.