You were a sweet story,
A fantastic fable,
Irresistible fairy tale,
Now, you're a blank page

You owned all the similes,
All interesting phrases,
They were all yours,
Now you're nothing,
Nothing but just a blank page,

Every chapter, was your face,
Every sentence, your words,
And in every word, was your voice,
One that sounded like an Angel,
I saw the wings in lines of our tale
But now, blank page is all see,

I always look up to the sky,
So that the sun may not pass me by,
Then I would lift the pages up,
See if I could see hidden phrases,
Cause in them, I'd see you,
But the pages stares back at me
I see nothing, not even a word ,
Cause in that words, was your voice,
A blank story so you are,

I'd wish to rewrite the story,
And burn the blanks into ashes,
I want a new Carribean night,
And fill it with poetry of life,
One without enchantments,
One full of life and purity,
I wish to reread the fantasy,
But all I see are blank pages.

I've lost the scent ,
I've lost the fragrance,
I've lost the aroma,
Maybe we could make one,
Could we?
Or should I blow the ashes?
And let them scatter in the air,,,,,,,

@caprice_poet