Lonely Days

Blank paper, waiting for words
to fill the empty pages.
Blank life, waiting for you
to fill the empty spaces.
    I can fill all the lines
    with poetry that rhymes.
    creating illusions
    out of delusions
magic writing on a page
words to you unlock my cage.
Spring may come at any age
    and you can fill my empty shell
    with dreams that nurture me so well,
    by making each illusion seem
    a thought you share, a dream you dream
        I will produce another play
        of magic moments every day.
        Ill give you both the sky and moon
        and pray to God Ill see you soon.
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