Leaving you a notebook with blank pages,

I saw the empty lines of words unknown.

I only asked for margins filled,

Grip my mind with cages.

Each page, so much expression,

Yet, not a single ink droplet.

Signed with my previous confession,

You have done nothing but forget.

Now left with nothing to bare,

I am left with no option than to tear.

Blank pages whisper of love’s decay,

In the silent void, I lose my way.