Paper

When all I can do is write about it...
All my frustrations...
All my desires...
All my dreams...
All written, never been spoken.

What can a piece of paper do for me?
Can it shout to the world what I really wanted?
Can it comfort me from all my heartaches?
Can it wipe away all the tears that I had shed?

All I wanted is for someone to listen.
One who will tap my head and say that all will be well.
One who will give me words of wisdom and encouragement..
One who will make a difference from them all.

But what is there to expect.
All I can see is an empty room with only me standing in the center.
Who would be brave enough to enter in my chaotic world?
Even I would choose to leave if I could.

Knock and knock...
Waiting for a knock...
Nothing. There is a deafening silence...
I can't hear anything, even footsteps and murmurs.
Where did everybody go?
Why do I feel so alone.
Even an echo from my lips, I cannot hear.
What is this feeling of despair?
Why am I feeling this.

But then I bent down, took a paper and wrote it all down.
All the things that made me cry...
All the things that never turned out right.
All the things that had once been mine...
All of them that were now lost with time.

But I still believe these are all just trials...
Someone out there will be reaching out for sure
But all I have to do now is continue  to stand still and be strong
For whoever will come for me one day,
I'll make sure I will be the best that I can be for him...
And he will never regret that once in his life,
He took in his arms a little, tiny, beautiful flower,
That made him fall for a lifetime.