White canvas, black ink.
Your name is tattooed on every page.
Words, falling down as fast as a blink,
Clouds over my heart as I age.
Nothing clear, just some thoughts
Despair written all over my face
Where have you gone?
I want to feel you again.
And those words that fell down
Now are as scarce as diamonds
Hidden within your eyes
Thoughts that make them shine
And make it all bright
And once more makes sun rise
But woe, I’ve screwed it up
And now I can’t see any star
