Deflower Me

I stare at this blank page, as (like you said) it begs to be deflowered
by the stroke of my pen.
eager to los its simple ignorance to the false promises
of eloquent glory.
what should i feed this page?
so like all other pages... pure, naive...
but different.
a new start for false promises
and easy lies
maybe all my dreams, secrets, or desires.
Maybe foolish tales.
Any lie, truth, secret.
This naive page will eat it up.
the only problem is,
i've nothing to say.
and this poor page has been deflowered for nothing.