Blank page, oh blank page,

So crisp and painstakingly white.

Your texture is smooth to the touch,

Not a single scratch in sight.


Blank page, oh blank page,

You seem so incomplete.

A world of countless imagination,

Lays waiting at your feet.


Blank page, oh blank page,

Just waiting to be filled.

You tempt me with your empty columns,

Luring the ink from my quill.


Blank page, oh blank page,

You are impossible to resist,

Recklessly I spill my thoughts,

Thus your purity ceases to exist.